The value of restraint

The value of restraint
by Joel Howard

Not all that I see
Has to be for me
Not all that I do
Has to be for you

Hiddenness is not
A curse to be fought
Bring to him your losses
Cling unto your God

Have you any sorrows? 
Things you wish you had? 
Heaven's cup runs over
Cling, my soul, be glad

Oft our greatest sorrow
Is thinking we've run out
Cling unto your Savior
He still poureth out

Instead of overextending
Cling to him within
Who covers all your sorrows
Pays for all your sins

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