More than our hearts can imagine
Or minds comprehend,
God's bountiful gifts
Are ours without end--
We ask for a cupful
When the vast sea is ours,
We pick a small rosebud
From a garden of flowers,
We reach for a sunbeam
But the sun still abides,
We draw one short breath
But there's air on all sides--
Whatever we ask for
Falls short of God's giving
For His greatness exceeds
Every facet of living,
And always God's ready
And eager and willing
To pour our His mercy
Completely fulfilling
All of man's needs
For peace, joy and rest
For God gives His children
Whatever is best
Just give Him a chance
To open His treasures
And He'll fill your life
With unfathomable pleasures,
Pleasures that never
Grow worn out and faded
And leave us depleted,
Disillusioned and jaded--
For God has a "storehouse"
Just filled to the brim
With all that man needs
If we only ask Him.
Helen Steiner Rice
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Sunday, August 16, 2009
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