Your care flowered again when the season allowed; I rejoice, though I speak not from want. Contentment was learned in rooms with little, not handed to me when the table was full. I know how to be low; I know how to abound. I have met hunger and plenty around. In every condition Christ strengthens me to walk through the place He has given. You did well sharing my affliction. From the first gospel road you gave and received. Not that I hunger to gather the gift, but fruit may increase in your account. What came by your messenger rose like fragrance, an acceptable sacrifice pleasing to God. My God shall supply every need that is true according to riches in glory through Christ. I know how to be low; I know how to abound. Contentment is deeper than fortune's ground. To our God and Father be glory forever; Christ gives the strength for the road.