My cup runeth over,
With doubts,
And with fears,
With problems with no answers,
Questions of why am I here?
In my cup,
There is no place,
For God's love,
His peace,
Or his grace,
My cup runeth over,
And so I must choose,
To pour it all out,
Is that what surrender is all about?


Not finished yet, a work in progress, have to think some more!!
Rhonda