There once lived a queer little fish in the atlantic
It could never be still
Inside the river it would panic
Never with the water have his fill
“I need to manage the water” he said
“If I don’t, I could drink it all up”
Then one day his rantings the ocean heard
The ocean laughed, and down his temperature did drop
“Before you were, I am” said the ocean
“Now that you’re here I am” he continued
“Drink all you want, to my abundance, bring submission”
“Because many more years after you’ve gone, I would be here laughing at you”
Mosttimes, we’re like the Fish, constantly limiting God in our minds.
PS: Before you came on the scene, he was here… After you’ve gone, he’ll remain. Enjoy his abundance.