Portion
(Psalm 17)
You give them theirs
earth’s fellow heirs
Bellies full with treasure
You give me mine
child of divine
Eternal without measure
They satisfy
hearts and eye
Desires met with child
I long for You
my portion true
Kicking against the wild
Their minds fixate
consume and create
They leave their fortunes here
My heart longs for
the kingdom’s floor
Our abundance crystal clear
