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.