Drinking From the Saucer

Drinking from the Saucer

I've never made a fortune,

And I'll never make one now;

But it really doesn't matter,

Cause I'm happy anyhow.

As I go along my journey,

I'm reaping better than I've sown.

I'm drinking from the saucer,

'Cause my cup has overflowed.

I don't have a lot of riches,

And sometimes the goings rough.

But while I've friends to love,

I think I'm rich enough.

I'll just thank God for blessings

That His mercy has bestowed.

I'm drinking from the 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.

May I never be too busy

To help bear another's load.

Then I'll be drinking from the saucer,

'Cause my cup has overflowed.

-- by John Moore **see note below

 

April Gibble advises that her grandfather, John Moore, wrote this poem in 1970. Credit and thanks is hereby given to Mr. Moore.

This peom was a favorite of my Sister-In-Law, Glo Miller. I gave it to her for her collection and she was so moved by it that she took it to church the next Sunday and asked to read it for the congregation. After her husband, Chig, passed away, Glo was never the same but she told me that this poem gave her much comfort. She passed away just short of a year after he did. He was Wayne's brother, Donald Ray but everyone knew him as "Chigger".........

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