My cup of knowledge is filled to the brim
Yet do I not hunger to fill it more?
Do I not cry when a drop is wasted?
For I know not what blessing was lost to me,
In that tiny drop that slipped away at Satan’s call.
Oh Holy Spirit, grant unto me a golden cup
That is never empty, that will hold the knowledge
Of your secrets and your mysteries
For I want them to be mine so much
But let not my cup overflow and run over
Let it never be completely filled
For I want all the love of heaven
And all the riches of my heavenly Father
For is not a son a true son
That betters himself in His Fathers eyes
For the glorification of His Father
So all may see the richness of His Fathers love.
The Brown One Poet
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