My Cup Runneth Over

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.   Psalm 23:1-6

in the quiet of the slowly setting sun,

lie answers hidden so deep,

far from knowing eyes or

understanding minds;

there are stories no man can tell,

there are places no man can go;

you looked for the light,

but darkness was all you found,

you searched for redemption,

when condemnation was all that

you deserved;

and yes, there are stories no man

can tell, there are places no man can go,

but still you held on, waiting for an

uncertain future, following clues without

a trace, living without validity,

settling for pennies on the dollar,

surrendering to an enemy

already defeated, making a home

in the middle of celestial wastelands;

you dreamed dreams,

wrestled with demons,

witnessed angels,

ran from the darkness,

faced the wrath of an

undeniable truth;

now I belong to You,

what more could I ask for?

what more could I need?

my cup runneth over,

surely goodness and mercy,

shall follow me for all my days,

and I shall dwell in the house

of the Lord forever.

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