The Master gave a gift to me,
The fairest of its kind,
A gift to hold in trust for Him
Until it be refined.

How sad to say that oft did I
Neglect this gift so rare
And fail to see this gift I held
Was fine beyond compare.

The years flew by until one day
I stood in shadows dim
And, helpless, watched as suddenly
The gift returned to Him.

Would that I had the powr to speak
And call it back to me.
But no! Tis best the gift remain
In Gods eternity,

Where in perfected purity
Of gold, untarnished, bright,
All gifts are held in trust with Him
In never-ending Light

Until that brighter Morn ahead
When our God will restore
All gifts made new, unflawed, to be
Enjoyed forevermore.