Poetry What Can I Say

What can I say,
that would ever be enough,
to praise and thank You
for letting me love You Lord.
Your goodness has no banks,
in your river of love.
Your love pours out and into my empty cup,
spilling over the rim of it.
The only thing we must do,
is let Him in,
and then our eternal and glorious lives will begin.
I cherish every moment now Lord,
that You have given me,
to live in your word,
for You are the sustainer and author of all life.

Marc Fournier ( W42-409 )

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