The Cup

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My cup fills and empties

And fills up yet again

Just when I think

The well may have run dry

 

Just when I think

I have no more to say

The words gush forth

And the Spirit sings

 

It must be said

There is no rest

The cup must ever be filled

And lavishly poured forth

 

Tender is the time

When my cup’s bounty

Spills over to help refresh

Another thirsty soul

 

 

 

 

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