The Gift by Stephanie Davis
A poor orphan girl named Maria was walking to market one day
She stopped for a rest by the roadside where a bird with a broken wing lay
A few moments passed till she saw it for it's feathers were covered with sand
But soon clean and wrapped it was traveling in the warmth of Maria's small hand
She happily spent her last peso
On a cage made of rushes and twine
She fed it loose corn from the market
and watched it grow stronger with time
Now the Christmas Eve service was coming and the church shone with tinsel and light
And all of the town folk brought presents to lay by the manger that night
There were diamonds and incense and perfumes in packages fit for a king
But for one ragged bird in a small cage, Maria had nothing to bring
She waited till just before midnight
So no one would see her go in
And crying she knelt by the manger
For her gift was unworthy of Him
Then a voice spoke to her through the darkness. Maria, what brings you to me
If the bird in the cage is your offering, open the door, let me see
Though she trembled, she did as he asked her. And out of the cage the bird flew
Soaring up into the rafters on a wing that had healed good as new
Just then the midnight bells rang out
And the little bird started to sing
A song that no words could recapture
Whose beauty was fit for a king
Now Maria felt blessed just to listen to that cascade of notes sweet and long
As her offering was lifted to heaven by the very first nightingale’s song
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We only ask that if you perform "The Gift" in public, you credit Stephanie as the composer and that these materials not be duplicated for profit.