Fill That Half Empty Glass

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Fill that half empty glass right up to the brim.

Fill it up with time spent at His feet.

Fill it up by giving a hundred compliments.

Fill it up by buying someone coffee, or a cupcake.

Fill it up by doing those things you were created to do.

Fill it up with rest.

With hugs.


With laughter.

Fill it up.

It's All For Nothing, The Voices Say

A poem about dying to self #christianpoem #poet #poetry  #eternalperspective

It’s all for nothing

The voices say.

It’s all for nothing anyway.

The pain remains

From what has passed

The moments of peace

They fail to last,

It’s all for nothing, the voices say.

When you finally reach the end,

You’ll leave the same as you began.

It’s all for nothing, the voices say.

And you’re lucky to hear them,

To see the meaningless here then.

Much is for nothing, you say.

The scraping, the striving, the scavenging and buying,

Much is for nothing, you say.

You sell all you have for the one thing you need,

And you pour out the proceeds on your savior’s feet,

And you leave as you came, naked, empty-handed,

But the best thing can’t be taken, now that you have it.

Much is for nothing, you say.

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