Its Whats Inside That Matters
What your eyes see is a glass half empty,
What my eyes see is a drink that's plenty,
And after I drink, I can always refill,
Even if I drop it and happen to spill,
I'm clumsy, ya know, but see God already knew,
That even if I spill or share it, it's just something I do,
So he keeps an extra supply just in case,
I trip over my own feet, or give it away,
Because he's my supply and no one can take,
And if I choose to share, it was meant to be given away,
I'm not greedy, no not at all,
Because I trust he'll fill my glass even if I fall,
So pass it around, take a sip,
Its not the glass you see, Its what consists inside of it!
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