Grace upon grace
  no, not scarce
Not hoarded away
  there is enough
More and more
  love is not a cheap
Trick which does not
  flow from the
Headwaters, bubbling
  up in a never ending
Pool which is not to
  be taken and delivered
As if it was some privilege
  which would run out
Gift, it is pure, there
  always for when we
Choose to come back
  home, so give
Because in freely
  doing you will
Find the waters
  never cease