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