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