What's in a cup?

My chest pulls tight from choked tears, Whose sadness seeps into my sullen soul Like asphalt churned and poured out  Onto my future where once grew wild. I cannot hold your past in my palm Without running out of runway,  So I face the only one I know - my God -  To turn my road ahead into a riverbed.  Before I am broken in tears, I pine for the river to flow into the sea  Where all tears are laid to rest  Before evaporating into the sky. 

 You’re hanging in the balance. Your life tip toes, see-saws, tick tocks,  Swings to and fro. I seek to know all of what’s inside of you;  I want to turn you on your head,  Shake, rattle and roll you Til you empty yourself  And trust me enough  To see the whole picture  With God’s frame around your life.  He created that masterpiece  That is so precious to Him  And that He seeks to restore fully  In His own image,  No matter the length of time Until you stand upright again.