Poor In Paradise - Margaret Becker

As the day is closing, dimming slowly

I’m recounting all Your faithfulness

And I know that all these gifts around me

Are sent from You on heaven’s breath

And my eyes are filled to overflowing

As I’m watching all Your love unfold

'Cause I can’t contain the precious bounty

You’ve poured out on this tattered soul

For no greater treasure could there be

Under any lock and key

Than to be a beggar fully freed

Poor in paradise with Thee

Poor in paradise with Thee

As the years come to me ever swiftly

I pray I’ll please You in their midst

And when I’m too weak to show You glory

Come gather me in Your tenderness

For no greater treasure could there be

Under any lock and key

Than to be a beggar fully freed

Poor in paradise with Thee

Poor in paradise with Thee