The Cup
Is the true and perfect sacrifice:
I can see beyond the ceiling high
Beyond the limit of my eyes;
Conjured up within my mind
I feel that I was even there.
So, Saintly holding crumb of bread
I think of what the Saviour said;
And not devouring, but instead
I place the piece within my mouth
And feed on it with all my soul
Thinking what this meant to them.
I lift my lids and looking up
Am greeted with the Saintly cup
So giving thanks I raise it up
To my prayerful lips to drink;
And leaning back, I start to think:
What would I have done if I were there?
I see the cup is empty and
Finally I understand
How the very soul within that man
Was emptied for the likes of me
To lift me up, to set me free
Not just a man - my Saviour, Lord.
But still within the cup I see
The essence of what used to be;
So when my Saviour died for me
Suffering all the guilt and shame
My Lord, creator still remained
Within Him, to be raised again.
So handing back this cup, I give
My very soul, with hope, to live
Worship, praise and love to Him:
The one who sent His Son for me.
So this true and perfect sacrifice
Is all I see at this time.
Taken from the Brickbat album "This Is Life".

