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Broken,battered, brought down low
Shaken, I staggered,failed to stand tall
My oil, precious oil had been spilled
And toil coiled me,was almost killed

Torn, disappointed, I felt so small
Got into a shell, forgot my role
Enveloped by darkness,had no hope
Felt low,hopeless could not cope

Without my oil, theme was can not
Afraid, blinded, hiding was my fort
My oil precious oil had been spilled
Life was slimy-oily I almost slipped

But God stepped in and filled my cup
And where i was down,I went up
Instead of mourning oil of gladness
Never ending joy replaced sadness

I then realized God is a reservoir
He never runs out, hes not a creditor
Who asks for anything in return
Except from our sins to turn

And so, I was overwhelmed with joy
And from then on began to enjoy
The oil of gladness filled me
And I became a new me

Walking with God has given me hope
From the bottom now I"m on top
I stay close to the reservoir who fills me
So spilling is a temporary set back to me

I now know I cant pour from an empty vessel
So now I don't stay hidden in my empty shell
I step out positively,joyously,empowered by God
As the oil of gladness he gave me takes of loads

I embrace happiness over sadness
I embrace productivity over busyness
God has removed all mourning
And given me joy every morning

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