Overflow

In a world full of dryness
Parched lands and famine are it's kids
pain and agony it's family members
crisis and riots are it's able companion
and the inhabitants sigh in grieve
in a world full of chaos
there seem to be no order
no sense in sense and no wisdom in wisdom
for as far as I know....even the wise are confounded.
in the world full of affliction
where everyday passes like a chore
sweats of hardship creases the brows of men
There is an army rising.
An army still so little but great
still without strength but never will they fail
oh! They are despised and scorned for standing for a reality different from popular opinion
The opinions of men means nothing for they are a different people
A people who in a world full of dryness call their lands Beaulah
And in a world full of Chaos they experience perfect peace that passes human comprehension
They lead in confusion, being the light the world see by.
They are the people with cups in their hand,  a cup that overflows
For they live not just for themselves but that others through them might flow into God's rest.
In a world full of hopelessness, there is hope still and you will declare that, there is an overflow.
Radiant Pheobe 2016