Drinking From My Saucer

While cleaning out some papers the other day, I ran across this poem that my grandfather's cousin-Cousin Margaret (down here in the south, 'Cousin' is considered a courtesy title & should be capitalized ;0) ...similar to 'Aunt', 'Uncle', 'Mr.', or 'Mrs.') gave me. For as long as I can remember Cousin Margaret has always quoted this poem. As I read it, I stopped to count my blessings. God has truly blessed me in so many ways. I have a loving family & a perfectly healthy baby boy. I have God in my heart, food on my table, & a roof over my head. I am blessed beyond belief. I am definitely drinking from my saucer.

Drinking From My Saucer

I've never made a fortune
and it's probably too late now.
But I don't worry about that much,
I'm happy anyhow.

And as I go along life's way,
I'm reaping better than I sowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

I haven't got a lot of riches,
and sometimes the going's tough.
But I've got loved ones around 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 times when things went wrong,
My faith wore somewhat thin.
But all at once the dark clouds broke,
and the sun peeped through again.

So God, help me not to gripe about
the tough rows that I've hoed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage,
when the way grows steep and rough.
I'll not ask for other blessings,
I'm already blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy,
to help others bear their loads.
Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.