My Providential You

As lacking as I am in common sense
I am thankful for the kindness of friends
Providers of that gentle providence
Which gives me hope and helps to meet my ends
In spite of the scarcity of my means

Somehow I always survive winter's greys
As surely as the coming of spring's greens
As dependably as nights follow days
But this security would never be
And I by now have landed in the street
Without you who have been so kind to me
And pulled me from the bogs of bankruptcy

As lacking as I am in common sense
A higher mind than mine caused us to meet
A greater strength than ours will see us through
Providers of that gentle providence:
I thank you all ...my providential you

+Steven Curtis Lance



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