Poem July 19, 1982 Issue

"My cup runneth over"

CONSTANCE M. TOPPING

Thirst-quenching prayer is not to beg our Father,
"Be quick! Unplug the spigot of Your grace!"
It is to hold our clean and ample vessel
Beneath the stream of cool, unclouded water
Flowing forever in His holy place;

Nor prayer fulfilled, the cry of "Feed me, Mother!"
But opening our eager mouths to drink
The pure, sweet milk that is God's Word of blessing
Upon the expectant thought—a rich abundance
Beyond all comfort we can ask or think;

Nor honest praise of God, designed to flatter,
Inclining boundless Love to give us more....
We have but tasted heaven's milk and honey,
Month after month poured out in the Land of Promise.
Worship reveals them at our very door.

CONSTANCE M. TOPPING

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