Drinking From My Saucer

Miracles happen every day, blessings continue to flow...God Is Great!

A long time ago when I first started going online and set up my first e-mail account I received an e-mail containing a poem called "Drinking From My Saucer"

It seemed like such a simple "country" poem and I think it kind of touched me because my granddaddy drank coffee from his saucer and the content of the poem reminded me of him. (He is the only person I have ever seen do this...I guess it is an old "timey" thing and a fast way to cool your coffee.) Granddaddy never had a lot of material things in life but he was always laughing and his blue eyes always sparkled. His stained cracked saucer was the only thing of his I wanted when he passed away. Unfortunately, I didn't get it. I think it was discarded when they my dad and aunt went through their belongings. It was a pitiful looking thing with dark coffee stains in the tiny cracks in the China and an overall light brown stain covering it from 50 or so years of having coffee poured in it every morning so they probably thought no one would want it.

Here is the poem that I love and that reminds me of him and to reminds me to be humble and appreciate my many blessings. I hope you enjoy it as well.

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 don't have 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.

~ John Paul Moore ~