My Cup Runneth
I greet the dawn with my savior
His richness every day fills my cup
On loan is his bounty and flavor
He helps this wracked body stand up.
The warmth of his substance is welcome
His essence spells relief to my eyes
Full with his sweetness I’m spared boredom
Without him this wracked body cries.
One connection with him is not sufficient
I thirst for the nectar of his soul
Without his strength I'm deficient
With his nourishment this wracked body feels droll.
When I’m wandering about with no direction
And I’m listless and moving too slow
I just look to him for more gumption-
Ahh! he's another good cup of joe.
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