Poem April 9, 1938 Issue

Enough—No More

JOHN L. NEWLAND

Shall I blame Him who doeth well all things,
Because the day to me no riches brings
Of worldly goods which I had craved? Nay, rather
Should I with gratitude of heart go gather
The manna which supplies my pressing needs.
See, this I have proves to me that He heeds
My daily needfulness and freely gives,
And makes me to remember that man lives
By His good grace, and not by bread alone.
When I seek bread, He does not give a stone;
But if, in thoughtlessness, I try to find
Joy in material things, with purpose kind
He turns my feet back to the narrow way.
Then listening faith once more can hear Him say,
All that I have is thine; thy day's demand
Will come from out the bounty of My hand.
Thus may I rest secure, because His store
Will give me what I well employ—no more.

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