1 Take my gifts and let me love you,
God who first of all loved me,
gave me light and food and shelter
gave me life and set me free.
Now, because your love has touched me,
I have love to give away,
now the bread of love is rising,
loaves of love to multiply.
2 Take the fruit that I have gathered
from the tree your Spirit sowed,
harvest of your own compassion,
juice that makes the wine of God,
spiced with humor, laced with laughter
flavor of the Jesus life,
tang of risk and new adventure,
taste and zest beyond belief.
3 Take whatever I can offer
gifts that I have yet to find,
skills that I am slow to sharpen,
talents of the hand and mind,
things made beautiful for others
in the place where I must be:
take my gifts and let me love you,
God who first of all loved me.