the world is my cup
and it is bigger than i can drink in
it is full of my family
and full of my friends
the world is full of anger
hate, dishonor, lust
and when i think upon it
it all seems unjust
this world was once made perfect
it was once clean, loving, pristine
but now it comes full circle
to become a place of the unclean
and no way that i can make my life
keep from falling apart at the seems
but yet i still keep my faith
all my trust in god
for without him as my guiding post
i would be still, an unclean sod
but through the dirt, the grime, the deceit
through the fog and thickness of war
i find a clean spot that none can touch
a spot in my heart that is still pure
it longs for the carress of Christ Jesus's touch
and though i long for that which i can not right now have
i do know that someday heaven will be given to me
home to the free and land of the brave