Too Much

Too much beauty makes my eyes hurt and my puny heart feel undeserved Too much hope makes my gut cramp and dims the light of my lamp Too much of anything makes me want too much It's odd how things are as such yet too much waiting has taught me patience and to bask in the warmth of my salvation So I thank the Lord for the tests and trials they purify me, mile by mile and I praise His almighty plan and will He tells me when to move and when to stand still I knocked on the door and He said "Enter, Come in out of that cold, cold winter" Too much time spent running away taught me the importance of finding somewhere to stay