My Gift

Do I have that which God doth need in me,
And can I sow a smile upon the sky?
Is this one life wholly enough to give
With prayer and piety as a vessel?
Lovely is grace, homaging him for me,
As His forgiveness moves to perfect me.
But is my love a satisfying meal
For His great hunger, need, and good cause?
I make my Faith a flower then, for Him,
And bundle all my ready tools in rose.
The hope that it may please must keep my mind
While I prune my thorns and bide my short time.
With all my Boon, given by He above,
My loyalty: offered to earn his love.