Friday, March 28, 2014

My Cup

My well is filled with His water, 
my cup overflows 
But no ones knows of the droughts I've faced 
Blood's wine, bread's time

Have a taste. 

2 comments:

  1. Some live fine, and others never know why, that others dry and die. It's the water that keeps us well, oh well, I'll never understand either. But, I sense I may have shared your dusty times. I hunger for true wine.

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