I like it!  I like it.  My cup runneth over with insomnia tonight.

April

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From: "Rhonda Partain" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, January 30, 2006 12:33 AM
Subject: finished poem I think


> 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.
>
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