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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