The Taking of the Cup

I cannot claim to understand the myst'ry of the cross

But I believe Christ bore my debt of sin and paid it's cost.

For God took pleasure in bruising Him -

The only way to free all men

Who will find new life within His loss!

I'll never know what was in the cup

For Christ's already drank it up

But a share in His glory and His suffering

The empty cup will shape the song I sing!

For the joy of the taking of the cup-

Is the joy of the giving of your life

And the pain of the taking of the cup

Is the pain of the giving of your life!

i cannot claim to understand How Christ became a curse

To substitute His life for mine- to suffer death and worse

He entered through the gates of Hell

What happened then no tongue may tell

Then He arose to life again- death's bonds to burst

I'll never know what was in the cup

For Christ's already drank it up

But a share in His glory and His suffering

The empty cup will shape the song I sing!

For the joy of the taking of the cup-

Is the joy of the giving of your all

And the tragedy is of those who never sup

Who will never answer to His call!

8-19-91

Anthony Foster