"My cup overflows..." (Psalm 23 : 5)

There is always something "over,"
    When we trust our gracious LORD;
Every cup is overflowing,
   His great rivers are all broad.
Nothing narrow, nothing sparing,
   Ever springing from His store;
To His own He gives full measure,
   Overflowing, evermore.

There is always something "over,"
   When we, from Father's hand,
Take our portion with thanksgiving,
    Praising for the path He planned.
Satisfaction, full and deepening,
    Fills the soul, and lights the eye,
When the heart has trusted Jesus
    All its needs to satisfy.

There is always something "over,"
   When we tell of all His love;
Unreached depths still lie beneath us,
   Unscaled heights rise far above:
Human lips can never utter
   All His wondrous tenderness,
We can only praise and wonder,
   And His Name forever bless.

                                                               Margaret E. Barber

"He who did not spare His own Son, but gave Him up for us all -
how will He not also, along with Him, graciously give us all things? Romans 8 : 32

From "Streams in the Desert", May 28th