Cup Runs Over

Jehovah Jireh is my provider, 
I depend on His richest glory. 
He is a giver and multiplier, 
In His miraculous story. 

He fed the multitude, 
With five loaves and two fish. 
He is hope for the destitute, 
Satisfying the hungry's wish. 

His miracles are unlimited, 
They are endless. 
By faith, I am destined, 
For overflowing greatness. 

Like the widow's overflow, 
I have running oil. 
He exalts me at my low, 
And my cup runs over. 
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