Psonnets of Worship
Cup of Cold Water

I bid Thee empty bottles of my tears
and fill my vessels full with water fresh,
with living waters, not after the flesh,
so I may pour a cup for him who shears
and feeds Thy sheep with everlasting ears,
which other workers sow, and reap, and thresh.
Come, all who thirst. Drink water, and refresh
my heart's desire these remaining years.
Who wants to drink the waters when I weep?
Before the Tree, then, are my waters poured
till sweet again flow waters, still and deep,
cold in the cup I serve disciples, Lord,
so though I neither shepherd, sow, nor reap,
I will not lose my heavenly reward.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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