MY CUP RUNNETH OVER
(My Poetry Page)



(This page is lovingly dedicated to the memory of my husband John)



Poetry is an expression of the heart that is singing or sighing.
Here's some of my creations:


The Garden of Prayer A Stranger at the Door Memories
Jesus A Moment in Time On The Wings
Autumn Scene The Making of a Memory A Token of Our Love
The Miracle Plant Bring Back the Springtime The Shadow of Thy Wings
My Haven of Rest A Bouquet of Roses Come Unto Me
The Potter and the Clay Forty More Michaels That One Lost Sheep
Out on a Limb A Thief in the Night A Thousand Violins
Fair As the Moon In the Still of the Night To Be or Not to Be
A Vegetarian
Sometimes I've Wondered... A Priceless Treasure Lilacs in Eternal Bloom
Down Memory Lane Lydia, a Seller of Purple The Great Controversy
The Ten Commandments The Sabbath is Not Jewish Jesus at the Helm
The Splendor of the Lily Steps to Christ My Mother's Hands
The Secret Place Faith and the Boat The Desire of Ages
Ruth, the Moabitess David, the Shepherd Boy God on Trial?
I'll Walk with God What Would Jesus Do? Memories of the Past (Guam)
A New Heart A Caregiver's Prayer He Gives Me a Song
His Holy Sabbath The Word and the Witness When I Don't Understand
The Sun of Righteousness The Road to Damascus Heaven at Last!
The Value of a Soul The Cattle on a Thousand Hills The Secret of Power
All Things Work Together for Good In the Presence of Mine Enemies My Cup Runneth Over
The Brush of Angels' Wings A Light in the Window Wings of the Morning
Hinds' Feet on High Places The Eye of God The Healing Touch
Surviving the Storm My Stone of Ebenezer The Prophet's Mantle
Ribbon of Blue Jesus Didn't Come No Man Is An Island
The Gift In the Presence of God Let This Mind Be in You
Preparing to Meet the Judge Still Waiting at the Well Neither Do I Condemn Thee
Barabbas or Jesus? The Goodly Babylonish Garment Pilate's Wife Claudia
A Reflection of Thee The Ten Virgins The Beauty Pageant
Land of the Free I Was On His Mind Love Never Grows Old
Heart of Serenity You Gave Me a Mountain Where the Flame Trees Bloom
How Great Thou Art! More About Jesus Which Flower Are You?
My Cup of Suffering His Healing Love The Face of God





Sometimes in the morning when shadows are deep,
I lie here beside you, just watching you sleep,
And sometimes I whisper what I'm thinking of,
My cup runneth over with love.





Sometimes in the evening when you do not see,
I study the small things you do constantly,
I memorize moments that I'm fondest of,
My cup runneth over with love.





In only a moment we both will be old,
We won't even notice the world turning cold,
And so in this moment with sunlight above,
My cup runneth over with love.

 







My Cup Runneth Over Midi