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Poem
I've never made a fortune,and prayfully it's not probably too late now. But I don't worry about that much, I'm happy anyhow.
And as I go along life's way,I'm reaping better than I sowed. I'm drinking from my saucer,'Cause my cup has overflowed.
Haven't got a lot of riches, and sometimes the going's tough. But I've got loving ones all around me,and that makes me rich
enough. I thank God for his blessings and the mercies He's bestowed. I'm drinking from my saucer,'Cause my cup has overflowed.
I remember times when things went wrong, My faith wore somewhat thin. But all at once the dark clouds broke, and the sun peeped
through again. So Lord, help me not to gripe,about the tough rows I have hoed. I'm drinking from my saucer,'Cause my cup has
overflowed.
If God gives me strength and courage,When the way grows steep and rough. I'll try not to ask for other blessings, I'm already
blessed enough. And may I never be too busy, to help others bear their loads. Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,'Cause
my cup has overflowed.
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