Close to the end, I've been sippin through my straw
Filling myself with the cool refreshment of Grace and Faith
Now I’m at the end of my straw, ran dry I've got nothing
left
Desperately searching
through the ice trying to slurp down every last bit
Take the lid off, shake down the ice and get any last drops…
but my once overflowing cup of Grace and faith is completely empty
So, God I’m askin can I get a refill?
I begin to embarrassingly fumbling around for change feeling
it’s my only hope, like a street performer’s hat of tips.
As I finally finger out that last coin stuck in the corner
of my wallet and shuffle the change in my hand and I put it up to pay
In front of my eyes is my cup already full, overflowing actually and all I can do is feel peace and relief, my shoulders relax, I
take a deep breath, smile and say a “thank you” that’s smothered in humility
