| Copyright by Claytia Doran |
| Fill My Cup, Lord |
| She was kneeling by the bedside. Her tears fell like the rain. Her heavy sighs, they whispered Of all the grief and pain. I know I never asked, Lord, For an easy load to bear And never for an easy road, But just for someone to care. My burdens, they grow heavy. My tears, they drain my soul. Touch me with your hand, O Lord. Fill my cup and make me whole. Fill it to running over. Let your goodness light my way. Lift my burdens, one by one, In Jesus' name, I pray. |
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