Tulips Filled with Rain

Some days I count my troubles

And let them rule my day.

I grumble over all the things

That just don’t go my way.

But then I find that simple thing

That jars me back to grace;

Instead of seeing all my woes

I’m gazing at your face.

My cup runs over with blessings

And let me not forget

That you are the one that fills it,

So I don’t need to fret.

Psalm 23: 5

 ⁵ You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.