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The cup God has given me Is not filled with rituals or charms, He just wants to hold me in His loving arms. My righteousness unworthy before His eyes, could not save my soul or make me wise. When Jesus came in and sealed my soul, I was before Him, His child made whole. The cup that I drink from, little or filled to the brim, He holds for me, Because it comes from Him. The Hand that God touches me is also mixed with love to enjoy His presence, being filled with His gifts from above. He gives me strength to lift Him up--- with songs of joy, He has filled my cup.