Water pouring into glass

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.

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