My Cup Runneth Over

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 it was only darkness

which you found,

you searched for redemption,

yet it was only condemnation

that you deserved;

and yes there are stories

that no man can tell,

and there are places

where no man can go,

but still you held on,

waiting for an uncertain future,

following unsettled clues,

living without validity,

settling for pennies on the dollar,

surrendering to an enemy

already defeated,

making a home in the middle

of celestial wastelands;

I dreamed dreams,

wrestled with demons,

witnessed angels,

ran from the blackness

of the approaching night,

faced the wrath of an undeniable truth,

now I finally belong to You;

what more could I ask for?

what more could I ever 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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