|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.
Life After Loss
is the heart
of our business
|Love one another ~ John 15:12
Pray for one another ~ James 5:15
Encourage one another ~ Hebrews 3:13
Comfort one another ~ 1 Thessalonians 4:18
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