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Our Cup

On the shelf in our heart sits a cup. Fresh each morning, Jesus fills it up. Many times it is bitter to the taste, but He sweetens it with His grace. If He changes it from water into wine, the grapes He has crushed taste fine. When we drink from the cup He did pour, He wraps His love around us to endure. No more or less, the drops are measured. A stamp of approval on them are treasured. Christ Jesus only does what's best for us. The cup we drink we can trust. It's all been given by His own hand. We were placed in His Holy plan. He's coming back in the clouds to catch us up, then, Hallelujah! what is waiting in our cup!

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