Fulfillment

It is enough that Love divineGives me each day my daily bread;All that my Father has is mine,All of my hunger richly fed.

Hour by hour, day by day,His blessings fall like gentle rain;His voice speaks to me all the way,And heals all sorrow, sin, and pain.

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