"My precious"
and I grab for myself
time
money
power
relationships,
my stuff
my terms
my way.

"My precious,"
speaks God
opening His hand
giving from His heart,
and from heaven appears
on earth
His Son
perfect,
A new life entry;
Immediately
evil fights to kill,
fights to possess,
wants to own.

"My precious,"
says God
as Jesus
stands ready in the river
Spirit empowered.

My precious
smiles the widow
two coins in hand
preyed on by religious
traditions and rules,
church leaders
greedy hungry for more,
the poor widow
tattered by events
yet with a heart full
of grace,
overflowing from
an uncontrollable joy,
she empties herself
giving her last coins;
does she know
watching her
is the Precious One,
Saviour?

"My precious
my first,"
cries God
as heaven shutters
on three crosses
and hell celebrates.
"My precious,"
thunders God
as in the quiet
dawn of light,
a body
powers to life,
a stone grinds aside
and the first gift sacrifice
triumphs
over death.

"My precious,"
Speaking to my inner soul,
it can only be
the promised one
the first born Christ,
the resurrected King.

And so to now...
of God and I.

To give myself
first and best,
more than anything
Give my precious
to God,
give generously
give cheerfully
give heartily
give restoration
give into freedom
gift transformation
and step trusting with
my faithful God,
to sow seeds
beyond my life.