Living by giving—What strange words these,
To those who strive but themselves to please,
Who think by getting and keeping they’ll find
Happiness, pleasure, and peace of mind!

She could have hidden the ointment sweet,
And held back the tears that drenched His feet;
But with lavish abandonment aflame,
She drained the last drop—undying, her fame.

He chose his great possessions to cherish,
And tightly held to the things that perish;
The rich, young ruler, life scarce begun,
Was quickly mired in oblivion.

The pitying Christ knew the awful span
From worship of angels to hiss of man,
But chose all heavenly ties to sever,
And died—but lo, He lives forever!

This road of living by giving you’ll find
Is strewn with many who’ve looked behind.
But each will find, as he nears the grave,
That all he possesses is what he gave!

By Ruth Williams

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