Rhonda, I like that poem.

You might want to check out the first line of it. <smile>

Thanks for sharing, and keepup the excellent work.

Love and Blessings,
Pat Ferguson



At 11:33 PM 1/29/2006, you wrote:
>My cup rennet 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,
>And so, I must choose,
>To pour it 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 cried,
>My cup runneth over,
>With incomprehendable peace,
>Problems still exist,
>But I find rest from release,
>My cup runneth,
>With plenty to spare, the more I give away,
>The more that is there.