If I could kneel before Him, what would I have to offer. It would not seem to matter except to the One to whom I offer the gift. I would kneel and hold out my hands. My hands offered in service for all those in need. The poor and the needy and the sick and the suffering --I offer to serve them all with my hands held out to Him.
While kneeling in His presence, I would offer Him my voice to tell His sweet sweet story of grace. The grace He so freely gave to me--all those years ago. Beginning with His birth in a lowly manager, His gift to all mankind was becoming man who would pay the price for our sin. He was as our sacrifice.
11 On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.