There is a cup called “Enough”
And I pour myself all in…
All my abilities and dreams
All that I am and all that I have
But it’s sorely short of filling this cup
It’s just. not. enough.
Until He pours His plenty into my not enough
And suddenly my sorely lacking
Is overflowing abundance
What once was short of able
Is now fully capable
My lack plus His plenty
Is now…more than enough.
I no longer have to feign independence
But can boldly proclaim…He is sufficient.