A Full Cup

So many blessings on our way,
Like rain in spring they fall;
He answers us before we pray,
And hears before we call.

He blesses us with daily bread,
Forgives our every sin;
Restores our souls when almost dead,
And fills our cups again.

Though trials of life lie in our path,
And sometimes we despair;
They do not come to us from wrath,
But from his loving care.

The wicked seem to have no need,
They take it all in stride;
But judgment day has been decreed,
And then Their foot shall slide.

We have the riches of His word
The promise of his aid;
Inheritance will be conferred,
And it shall never fade.

If our thanks we do not give,
Our hands refuse to raise;
The listless rocks which do not live,
Shall offer up their praise.