Edith D Eutsler Poet Prose Poetry

What He

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.

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