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A Gift That Wasn't WrappedIt wasn't wrapped up in pretty paper, The gift that was given, Came as a child from heaven, With gifts of love,From God up above, As the angels sing, Hope is another gift the child would bring, More than what a small box can hold, Gifts that are more precious than gold. It wasn't with pretty paper ,the gift was wrapped, In swaddling clothes,on a mother's lap, A gift of forgiving, A child sent from heaven, Eternal living, When you find where the Christ Child is at, A Christmas star will lead you to the road, To a gift more precious than gold, More than a small box can hold, On a mother's lap, It wasn't with pretty paper the Christmas gift was wrapped. Faith that can move a mountain, Drinks from a ever lasting fountain, Blessings too many for counting, When you find where the Christ Child is at, A gift that wasn't wrapped. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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