i kneel before my Master's feet and look into his eyes searching for the truth
i need as i vow to him my life
four packages lay on the floor...all are wrapped with love
i reach low to place the first in the lap of the one i adore
opened as quickly as if he had won it...he views my heart inside
it's yours Master and has been since the day you held me in your lap
the second gift is smaller...the paper silver gilt
is just my mind...i whisper...yours to do with as you will
the third one is medium size and compact
white paper...small white bow
i watch as he opens and i whisper...and now...you own my soul
i bend to pick the last gift up and trembles as i hold it
it is small....tears of love run down my face.
this gift has been the hardest
he smiles at me and reaches and watches the gift dissolve
Master...my love...i whisper...this gift is more than just my love
it can't be held it can't be wrapped
the gift is my surrender