Steeping Grace
(hey,
hey)
Boiling water in the kettle,
heat is rising high
Pouring out the blessing under morning sky
Simple leaves and quiet moments,
getting in the zone
Every single drop reminds me I am not alone
(warmth in my soul)
Let the steam arise like incense to the throne
In this little cup,
His mercy has been shown
Oh, taste and see that He is good
Brewing joy like He said He would
From the garden to my cup
Lifting my spirit up
Yeah, He fills it up! (hallelujah)
Chamomile or early grey,
His mercy's always new
Drinking in the promise of the grace that pulls me through
Steeping in His holy word,
patient and secure
Every season of the wait makes the spirit pure
(feeling so pure)
Oh, taste and see that He is good
Brewing joy like He said He would
From the garden to my cup
Lifting my spirit up
Yeah, He fills it up!
(fills me up!)
Pouring out His love (amen) In my cup,
from above