jeudi 21 octobre 2010

MY CUP OVERFLOWS

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

My hands are full
But not my cup
I leave that for the Lord
For that`s his sphere.

I`m nothing but his choicest tool
Adoring him at the bus stop
To him for ever I hold up my hands like Ford
Only through him can my coast be clear.

Copyright 2010

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