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