Apr 2, 2008

Broken Cup

I have tasted of many things
Always sure it would fill me up
But in the end these shattered dreams
Only revealed a broken cup

A million pieces of my life
Drifting further with the evening tide
I am free from the pain and lies

Praise to the One who fills me up
The God of dreams and broken cups
Who recreates what I was
To bring new wine

Hope deferred, a heart that yearns
Always chasing what cannot fill
You'd think by now I would've learned
To lay aside my own will

 A million pieces of my life
Drifting further with the evening tide
I am free from the pain and lies

Praise to the One who fills me up
The God of dreams and broken cups
Who recreates what I was
To bring new wine

(Copyright 2008 Karen J Stevenson)


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