Sit you down with me a while..
Tell me what is wrong..
There is a worried look I see.
Upon your troubled brow..



I will pour you a cup of love from me..
As my friend it's the least I can do..
The Heavenly Father is listening in..
To what is ailing you..



When your troubles are shared with me..
Your heart will feel much lighter..
Your soul will be cleansed..
Your mind free from strife..



Put the cup of love to your lips..
Take a small sip of the liquid there..
Then tell me my friend how you feel..
When you drink from His cup of love..



 © Terri
August 20, 2006