Enough—No More

Shall I blame Him who doeth well all things,Because the day to me no riches bringsOf worldly goods which I had craved? Nay, ratherShould I with gratitude of heart go gatherThe manna which supplies my pressing needs.See, this I have proves to me that He heedsMy daily needfulness and freely gives,And makes me to remember that man livesBy 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 findJoy in material things, with purpose kindHe 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 demandWill come from out the bounty of My hand.Thus may I rest secure, because His storeWill give me what I well employ—no more.

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