Missouri -- Ma Betty
Well-known member
MY CUP RUNNETH OVER
My cup runneth over, with love,
When God's Spirit descends like a Dove-
Coming down gently to infill my soul,
As His blessings make Heaven my goal.
O, how wonderful and happy I feel,
For His Holy Spirit is very real;
His merciful, forgiving love comes inside-
Filling the space where sin may hide.
As His Spiritual oil flows over me,
From any corruption, I am set free;
Like an electric current running through,
The Lord's joy is strengthening me, too.
Jesus wants our praises, when we call-
For His Holy Spirit to lovingly fall;
And will bless us each the same,
Of anyone, who will glorify His name.
So, I praise Him more and more-
Hoping His Spirit comes faster than before;
As His warmth covers me from above,
Again, my cup runneth over, with love.
Composed by Sister Ma Betty
Copyrighted 2005 - With All Rights Reserved
One copy is permitted to be printed & kept! Ma
My cup runneth over, with love,
When God's Spirit descends like a Dove-
Coming down gently to infill my soul,
As His blessings make Heaven my goal.
O, how wonderful and happy I feel,
For His Holy Spirit is very real;
His merciful, forgiving love comes inside-
Filling the space where sin may hide.
As His Spiritual oil flows over me,
From any corruption, I am set free;
Like an electric current running through,
The Lord's joy is strengthening me, too.
Jesus wants our praises, when we call-
For His Holy Spirit to lovingly fall;
And will bless us each the same,
Of anyone, who will glorify His name.
So, I praise Him more and more-
Hoping His Spirit comes faster than before;
As His warmth covers me from above,
Again, my cup runneth over, with love.
Composed by Sister Ma Betty
Copyrighted 2005 - With All Rights Reserved
One copy is permitted to be printed & kept! Ma
