The Hack Poetess
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Runneth Over
When you first came,
You were a cup filled with sorrow,
Where the slightest jostle
Spilled gut-wrenching sobs.
Now you have a new song.
Your cup overflows—
Love. Joy. Grace. Restoration.
Thanks be to God.
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