The Gift Poem by Keith Foley

The gift I give, not understood by most,
Humble you must be to percieve this host.

The host is here to express his plan,
Included in Love, ... the salvation of man.

But man can't have this gift of sight
while hating his neighbor and desiring to fight.

Fighting gives seperation to man,
entangleing him in the devils plan.

But the devil, like God, is misunderstood,
seeming to love, but doing no good.

Why's it seem God answers no call,
when the angles are summond - the gates do fall.

When the gates of Hell gives place to hope,
the rush of Gods Love does more than cope.

A gift of His love, seen in part,
as pride is rebuked, mends many a heart.

Gods gifts comes in many forms,
the least of which is rhyming and poems!