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Posted: Fri Apr 27th, 2007 11:40 pm |
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THE CUP
I stood nearby, concealed by he dark, as He raised His trembling hands-
In the garden He knelt and drank of the cup that loosened me from my bands-
So good did this feel, my new liberty, that I stepped out into His light
saying, "Let me drink of Your cup Brother Love, and taste of it if I might".
He turned and said "It's not milk that I drink, of which you are used to taking-
The mixture is strong and you'll say to yourself, "A mistake perhaps I am making"!
Oh how He warned, but still I insisted (although I dimly did see)
He reeled when He stood and was drenched in a sweat, as He passed the cup over to me.
I took a big sip, so eager I was to show that I could be like Him-
But I hardly could swallow so bitter a drink, and started to tremble within-
I thought He would leave as I violently shook, but He rushed instead to my side,
and offered to take the cup from my hands while holding me as I cried.
I pondered, then said, "I'll suffer You not, to drink of this cup all alone,
Besides, I'm getting so tired of milk, of which I am surely outgrown".
So happy He was, that He swung me around and told me to tell those I love,
that there is a place if they're willing to go, to better know Him from above_
Step out of the dark and into His light, you'll find Him alone in the Garden-
Drinking a cup of blood, sweat and tears, for those that He came to pardon.
Rowena A. Olsen
Last edited on Fri Apr 27th, 2007 11:44 pm by Unearthed
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Posted: Fri May 11th, 2007 03:05 pm |
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| I don't know where to put this, but I might struggle from ocd (obsessive compulsive disorder) and wonder what to do?
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