Gleaning the Remnant

 

Crumbs from the table cannot satisfy

When a banquet is waiting for you.

The outer courts shall never supply

The entry to glory you’re invited into.

 

What I thought would make me humble

Is vain in my Lord’s eyes.

My passions and desires are set

On cheap and worthless lies.

 

I’ve been gleaning the remnant while the harvest is mine

I’ve been drinking of dregs while He’s serving  good wine

Picking up pieces that were left on the ground

Gathering morsels and thinking I’ve found

God’s best

While the rest

Has been credited to my account

The bounty of blessing

Flowing from a heavenly fount.

 

Living beneath my prioviledge so long

Like drinking from a cistern that’s run dry.

Taking pride in being humble is so wrong.

Being sure is sin when I should be asking why.

 

For riches lie in places you’d never know

And if pearls of great  price are to be mine

I must recognize the precious things are the first to go

If we blindly cast them down before swine.

 

I’ve been gleaning the remnant while the harvest is mine

I’ve been drinking of dregs while He’s serving  good wine

Picking up pieces that were left on the ground

Gathering morsels and thinking I’ve found

God’s best

While the rest

Has been credited to my account

The bounty of blessing

Flowing from a heavenly fount.

 

 

August 22,1997 #938

Copyright 1997 Anthony Foster