Thinkable Things

My mind is like a cup;

I need to fill it up.

I’ll pour in God’s pure Word

And wise advice I’ve heard.

I’ll sprinkle stories in

That build me up within.

I’ll stir in sermons, too,

And words both kind and true.

When things don’t go my way,

My drink will swish and sway.

But sweet, soft words will spill;

My cup will then be still.