Teacups and sugar cubes remain a random thought
Then I was reminded of a lone cup I sought
It would match Grandma’s sugar bowl simple and sweet
This lovely cup would make the sugar bowl complete
I rummaged through old dishes in a barn in Kentucky
Old books and used furniture everything’s so dusty
Then I spied upon a shelf the flowers so familiar
That graced the old sugar bowl faded and weathered
It still looked majestic with it’s crack and jagged chip
It’s beauty too impressive for just a warm tea of catnip
Someone’s treasure tossed aside I held gently in my hand
To them it was a broken cup to me it was so grand
If at my table you are served some warm sweet tea
Do not be offended by the broken masterpiece
For I serve my dearest friends with the best that I own
It’s the little cup that matches my Grandma’s sugar bowl
Click here to read the devotional that speaks about this teacup and see how brokenness turns into hopefulness.
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