My Little Cup

I took my cup to a friends’ house, and they filled it with sweetened tea.
Before I could lift to drink it though, it leaked all over me.

“Who needs friends like that?” I thought, “I’ll just take my cup and leave.”
But each new place I took my cup I left even more displeased.

I took my cup to worship, and even raised it in the Rain,
But before I left for home I found my cup was already drained.

It’s the church’s fault, I’m sure it is, the leaders or the sheep,
Otherwise my cup would never drain there in my seat.

Everywhere I go, it seems, and everyone I’m around,
My cup feels even more empty, and I’m constantly let down.

But I woke one day in honesty, to pour myself some tea
And realized while looking down, it wasn’t them, but me.

I had blamed my lack on others not being able to fill me up,
When all along my problem was my broken little cup.

~ written by Jay Jones

Author: Jay Jones

Jay is an author, veteran church planter, speaker, and the pastor of the Pentecostals of Kentwood. He's a passionate worshipper of Jesus Christ, a husband, daddy, pastor, and a ‘pretty good guy’. Jay is also an ordained minister of the United Pentecostal Church, where he currently serves as a Presbyter in West Michigan.

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