You come with grace. You have come when I was weak and given me strength. You have come when I was lonely and comforted me. You have fed me when I was hungry. You have given me rest when I was weary. You have done the acts of service Christ would do. You always leave me in comfort. You have a gift of comforting. Of service in the highest way. Now I’m crying because you’ll be away 😅. Never underestimate your worth. Or the gifts you have. They are precious.