What-Ever Poem by Mary Wismer

What-ever things are true.
What-ever things are noble.
What-ever things just.
What-ever things Pure.
What-ever things are lovely.
The things what you read
and received and saw in me,
Peace be with you!

At last you care has flourised again though
do you surely did care.
Not that I speak in regard of need
I have learned in What-ever state I am
to be contentent.

I know how to be abased
I know how to bound in all things
I have learned both to full
and to be hungry, both to abound and
to suffer need. I can do all things through
Christ who strengthens me!