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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