My Cup Runs Over

Oh Lord, when I feel sorriest

For all that I don’t own,
Please remind me of the grace
That you have always shown.

I have a life so bountiful,

My cup splashes the rim;
The feast of life you have prepared
Is far from sparse and grim.

I’m safe and warm in my own home,

There’s food upon my plate,
And when I’m feeling loneliness,
Your love spills forth in spate.

So I will not dwell on my lack,

Instead I’ll make the choice
To count the blessings in my life
Which cause me to rejoice!

Psalm 23: 5

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