Inheritance

I got my eyes from my father,
And my mothers head of hair;
My dimples came from grandpa--
Great-grandma’s skin that’s fair.
But my sins were of my own making
No one gave me them to bear,
And I bent beneath the burden
Of deep needs and grievous cares

Daddy’s eyes-- they now need glasses--
Mother’s hair is silvered through--
Grandpa’s dimples have deep creases
And my skin has blotches too;
But I found a friend called Jesus
Who has lifted every care;
He took all my sins to Calvary
And He set me free right there.

So I got my life from Jesus--
And I gave it back to Him;
No one else on earth could save me
Or released the smallest sin.
Now I give the praise to Jesus.
For the miracle that’s me--
For life begins when you trust Him…
And it’s life eternally!

by Joan Clifton Costner