The Cup
Empty, why are you so empty when I constantly fill you up
I start the day full, but end with nothing in my cup.
I scour the earth for the cup that never empties
He, who’s been here longer than centuries.
He who sent his only son
So that we, would no longer run.
So instead we walk straight into his arms.
As he holds us, protects us, from all harm.
And as he holds you he heals your scars
And gives you a heart, that could hold the stars.
I scour the earth for the cup that never empties
I’ve searched the earth for what feels like centuries.
I’ve looked high, low, left, and right.
But it seems as though I’ll go to bed empty tonight
And as I give up I hear a great shout.
His voice in my head asking about my hearts doubt
For I didn’t believe and I made my heart hard
Keeping it locked and under guard
But he broke down the gate
For knowing him was my fate
He filled up my cup
And healed my hearts every cut
And sent me into the world with a cup that never empties
To spread the news about a god that's been here longer than centuries
Copyright © Skye Robertson | Year Posted 2017
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