Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Drinking from My Saucer

You've read about my Auntie Ruth who lives next door (94-years young on July 13th!) and how Nate loves to visit her once a week.  At her house, we exchange magazines -- I give her People Magazine and she loans me Reminisce Magazine.  Reminisce is quaint and a quick read -- I've enjoyed looking at the old photos.  But this poem caught my eye and I really like it.  The person who submitted it to the magazine wrote that her country preacher read this poem to the congregation in the 1930s.  I hope it strikes a chord with you too.

Drinking from My Saucer
I've never made a fortune
And it's 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.

I don't have a lot of riches,
And sometimes the going's tough.
But I've got loved ones 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 pepped through again.
So God, help me not to gripe
About the tough rows that I've 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 not 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.
- John Paul Moore


Tiffany said...

Thanks for your comment on Happy Day! This poem is amazing. I love it. Thanks so much for sharing!

Jeff and Mindy said...

Thanks for sharing that poem. I needed it today!

Tammy said...

I loved it. I will have to keep that one in mind.
Hope you are doing well.

Anonymous said...

A wonderful reminder for all of us! And the perfect picture you took to accompany the poem! Love you lots, Nate's Gramma