Fill My Cup, Lord

She was kneeling by the bedside.
Her tears feel like the rain.
Her heavy sighs, they whispered
Of all the grief and pain.

I know I never asked, Lord,
For any 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 you hand, O Lord.
Fill my cup and make me whole.

Fill it to running over.
Let your goodness light me way.
Lift my burdens, one by one.
In Jesus' name, I pray.

©Claytia Doran
texastornado@mcecwb.net