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This cup

Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?
This cup, just for me, appointed for me.
Chosen for me.

I could say No, not this cup.
Father, give me another;
I don’t want the one you chose for me.

I could say No cups for me,
thank you very much.
But one day I would wake up:
There, at my lips, sour, bitter,
would be the cup of my own making.

Every moment is another cup,
A cup I will drink to get to the following moment.

Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?
This cup, just for me, appointed for me?
Chosen for me?

 

dw

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1 reply on “This cup”

Well put. Yes, there will always be a cup. I think of Psalm 16, where David says “Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup.” The cup there is something to be desired. Though God may sometimes have a bitter cup for us, more often his cup is sweet. That can’t be said about my cup!

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