From my offering this past Sunday:

I cannot be a pastor
I do not have the gift
I cannot be a preacher
To get those arms to lift.

I cannot sing I cannot dance
Of music I’m bereft
You know me as Tony Hays
But at home I’m called tone deaf

But still I can praise
This gift this child
Who came to us
So meek so mild

This child who soon became a man
To die for us
It was God’s plan

His gift is love
His gift is joy
His gift is real
It’s not a toy

He was hung upon that manmade tree
His blood it fell like rain
He washed away our sins for us
He took away our shame

We all might not be men of God
But in His word we trust
Because this gift, this child was born this day
We all have God with us.