I've never made a fortune,
and it's surely too late now,
But I don't worry 'bout that much, I'm happy anyhow.
As I go on life's journey, reaping better than I sowed;
I'm drinking from my saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed.
I don't have lots of
riches, and sometimes the going's tough;
But there are kids who love me and that makes me rich enough.
I thank God for His blessings and the mercies He's bestowed;
I'm drinking from my saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed.
I remember bad times when
my faith got awfully thin,
But all at once the dark clouds broke and sunshine poured right in.
So Lord, don't let me gripe about the tough rows that I hoed,
I'm drinking from my saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed.
And if God gives me courage
when the way grows steep and rough,
I'll want no other blessings, I'm already blessed enough.
And may I always stop to help another bear his load;
We'll both drink from our saucers 'cause our cups have overflowed.
Author unknown
This Version Copyright © 1999 by Rick
Luquette
NOTE: A priest who was
once a missionary in Jamaica has told me that this poem was written by a
homeless Jamaican man who had both legs amputated because of disease. I
have no reason to doubt him.
