God's goodness to His people is meted out with no begrudged or measured hand. Our Shepherd is Divine, and Deity is the source, and Infinity the measure, of His supplies. "My cup runs over." This would appear the crown and climax of the blessings of which our Nightingale Psalmist had been sweetly singing. The Lord his Shepherd had given him not a full cup merely, but a brimmed one; not brimmed only, but overflowing; a cup like, and worthy of, Himself as "exceedingly abundantly above all that he had asked or thought." (Ephesians 3:20)
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Psalm 23:5 ... Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. ❤
