A Cup of Cold Water

I thank my God that I can giveWith open hands and overflowing heart;That in my consciousness a living springOf Spirit rises constantlyTo meet my need, and so outpouringTo fill the cup of him who, sick and weary,To me shall come for aid.I thank my God that I can give.

I thank my God that I am inMy Father, as the branch is in the vine.That, in myself, I nothing have or give,And so can give unwearied,Nor ever suffer loss. In Love's abundanceAll need is met. In Him is no depletion.My brother comes to Him and in Him findsHimself the son of God, refreshed, complete!

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