My Cup Runneth Over

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 23:5-6

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,

yet condemnation is all 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;

you dreamed dreams, wrestled with demons,

witnessed angels, ran from the blackness of

the approaching night,

faced the wrath of an undeniable truth,

now, finally, you belong to Him,

what more could be asked for?

what more could be needed?

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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