| Fill My Cup, Lord I offer you my cup of stress that you may fill it with quietness. I offer you my cup of criticism that you may fill it with encouragement. I offer you my cup of resentment that you may fill it with forgiveness. I offer you my cup of fear and worry and over control that you may fill it with trust. I offer you my cup of loneliness and selfishness that you may give me your cup of communion. I offer you my cracked and crumbling cup that you may mold me and make me strong. I offer you my cup of pain -- the cup you know too well. Fill my cup with thanksgiving and hope that someday my cup of tears will be filled with joy. I surrender my cup to you that you may fill it with service and the sweetness of you presence. I offer my cup of me that it may be filled to overflowing with You. |
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