Here is the poem I started a while back, think it is finished now! What do
you think?
My cup runnith over,
With doubts and fears,
Problems with no clear answers,
Questions of "Why am I here?
My cup runneth over,
So there is no place,
For God's love,
God's peace,
Or His strength, His grace
He can't fill my cup until I pour this all out, 


Is this what surrender is all about?
My cup runneth over,
With joy that can't be defined,
With love from my Father that will never be denied, With comfort, And
understanding, For tears I have criedMy cup runnith over with unexplained
peace,
,Problems still exist, But I find rest from release, My cup runneth  over
With plenty to spare, the more I give away, The more that is there.
Rhonda