reposted poem

FILL MY CUP

 

My soul was thirsty:

so, we took tea ,

just the Lord and me,

sweetened with the honey

of His Word.

I drank in His presence,

sips of pure pleasure,

and withdrew to a quiet place.

I closed out the clutter,

the clatter,

the insistent chatter,

and let Him care for me.

 

He fed my spirit

contentment

as we lounged

in solitude.

 

He filled my cup anew.

 

            Julie Lynn