Into Me
By Barry G. White
I am but an empty cup
Poured out in the hope of filling up
Fragrant aroma begins to steep
The fullness I simply long to keep
Rushing out, over the edge of the lip
Cascading down, the flow is but a drip
Not to scolding nor too hot
Flowing sweetness touching hearts
Looks of comfort is what you see
Gentle warmth to them in need
Faced once more with your feelings of loss
Made you were, to carry this cost
Empty and clean you look brand new
Time once again for Him to pour into you
