Filled to the brim

James 1:17     New English Translation

17 All generous giving and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or the slightest hint of change.

 

The fountain and Life’s river flow, pouring into me

Drawing me at peace in the fullness of Life, Himself

But if I block the going out the flow will surely stop

And stagnant will my inner be as life returns to self

 

What I need is not more life, but much more of His flow

What I need is let more blessings pour out through me

Only to serve others and then to bring all them to know

How Life loves to flow through everyone, so that all may see

 

True Life is here for everyone as He loves to present it freely

Surely no one can contain Him, but only the Father Himself

But when the cup runs over and all may drink the content dearly

That is then when Life, Himself invites you to present yourself

 

Jan Wienen

 

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