Precious Gifts

When I came to Jesus and asked Him to save
I knew I had little to give
He took what I had, and washed it away
And gave in return precious gifts

I gave Him my sorrows for all of the things
That I never seem to do right
He gave me His joy, unspeakable joy
Oh what a sheer delight

I gave Him my troubles, and many they were
They compass me every day
He gave me His peace, a peace so complete
Too wonderful to explain

I gave Him my doubts, and the fears in my life
They buried me in deep despair
He gave me His faith, so that mountains would move
If I’d call to Him in prayer

I gave Him my hurts, my aches and my pains
It seems they’re new every day
He gave me His healing, complete and secure
He heals me in every way

I gave Him my thoughts that the future was bleak
That nothing was there in the end
He gave me His hope, eternally sure
Now I know I will see Him again

I gave Him my life and my heart and my soul
It seemed I had messed them all up
He gave me salvation, and new life began
I’m free from all that can corrupt

These precious gifts, and so many more,
His mercy and grace has supplied
I just go to Him, and lay them all down
And He gives to me a new life.

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