He gives me

Give me wheat, I'll change it to flour,
Give me flour, I'll change it to bread,
Give me bread, that I shall devour,
But never ever give me the dread.



Give me a pencil, I'll look for paper,
Give me a glass, I'll look for some water,
Give me a rat, I'm sure I'd scamper,
But never give me an expired hamper.



Give me a book, I'll probably read,
Give me a smile, I'll make it a treat,
Give me a scratch, I'll probably bleed,
But never ever show me a cheat.



Give me a baby, I'll put him to sleep,
Give me a room, I'll try to keep it neat,
Give me bad news, I'll probably weep,
But never ever give me a love seat.



Give me Chance, I'll take my risk,
Give me Hope, I'll say,'Yes please',
Give me Imaan, I won't make it brisk,
But most of all, He gives me all these.


If you give me the wreck I refuse,
I may in the end accept with a grin,
All to say that I'm not obtuse,
Whatever He gives, won't go to the bin!