I do not ask what bounteous gifts
Love holds in store for me,
I only know my daily needs
Are met unfailingly.
At times my oil and meal supply
Seems limited in store—
I drain my cruse and pour my meal,
And always there is more.
I see the stars in endless course
Obey the Father's will;
Then shall not I, unquestioning,
My little round fulfill?
Creator, Father-Mother, God,
My life is hid in Thee;
In deep humility I would
Reflect Thy love to me.
