THE PERFECT MAN
The less we have in our scale, the more He puts in His;
Because His hand the balance holds, level and true it is.
His strength for all our weakness, His courage for our fear,
His love to fill the lonely heart, His voice for silence drear;
His light when darkness deeper grows, His hope for our despair,
His grace for loss and emptiness, for burden and for care;
His full supply for all our need, His comfort for our grief,
His patience for our puzzlements, His faith for unbelief;
His rest for toil and weariness, His joy for heavy hearts,
His wisdom for our ignorance, His balm for all our smarts;
His peace for every anxious thought, His armor for our strife;
The less we have, the more He gives, and so rounds out each life.
Because His hand the balance holds, level and true it is,
Till we shall stand complete in Him, with all the glory His.
Annie Johnson Flint
Thank you Jeanette, for sharing this poem with me.