i stretch my arms out, far
away from my heart
hands open; always open.
hoping no one sees
the tremble in my fingers
open fingers, open hands
holding heartbeat treasures
{{don't fall through}}

chattering teeth, quivering lips
dribbling my prayers
i offer my treasures
to the One...
{{please don't blow them away}}

looking on me so tenderly
from elegant dimensions
accept my meager gifts
treasured only by me
fragile as breath
in winter's deafening quilt.

now is the time of favor:
grace compels me to
open hands, holding my treasures.
radiant mercy convinces me
they are safe; i am safe
in open hands...

You in Your heaven the
only treasure i own.
yet i have these treasures
in open hands, tied to my heart
hoping no one sees my trembling
hands open.
{{please don't fall through}}

You call me treasure...
hold me close
tight in Your grip
in Your heart
where all true treasure belongs.