once in a while
i hold up my cup
with all of its cracks
the liquid used up
lifting it slowly
i tenderly wait
to see if it fills
with treasure so great
the moonbeams shine down
light invades the glass
and peace settles in
whatever may pass
imperfect vessel
yet fashioned with care
learning to carry
the glory somewhere
reckless abandon
i walk without fear
holding to hope
in spite of the tears
when i'm poured out
with nowhere to turn
i'll hold it up still
and pray that i learn
my cracks may be many
but He can still fill
to overflowing
as always His will
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