I pray that you remove this bitter cup
I humbly ask that this load be lightened….
This crooked cross is rough
Hewn from a hardwood with a grievous saw
Is help on the way
Can I sense the end of this sojourn…The birds call
Eagles or vultures, tears crowd my vision
Running as creeks angry after the winter snows melt
Rushing, crashing…swollen with rage…intense pain
And the sun burns hot on my uncovered face
And the water tastes like a bitter root
Relief is ageless and faceless…I’m blinded
The day is dawning, the noon is mingling with the night
The bitter cup runneth over, the plate of despair is full
Buffet-style it seems…
Crown my head in longevity and anoint my bones
Strengthen my hands and shod my feet…forever
I pray that you remove this bitter cup
…and I have known that the unknown would shine its infamous face upon my life. The body weakens and the spirit dwindles under the force. Both are renewable but rejuvenation demands the most stringent price – love and loyalty to a desire of one Creator that extends from the lush vegetation in the beautiful gardens of Eden to the decreasing rainforests that burn freely today in the Amazon. Unconditional. He asks for completeness and the forfeiture of everything in life. Ownership of possessions and talent and love and kinships and laughter and tears and hunger and pain and joy and peace must all be placed at the feet of His living altar and in this moment the mounds of pressure strategically placed by Life throughout the years will disintegrate before the gates of your soul. This day we have been made to attain. For this hour the Comforter remains close and whispers the essence of perseverance to our very bones. I am weary. Fighting the destiny of my soul in this span of time has saddened my twin angel to the brink of madness and the pressure in my blood has joined the madness. The malevolent contrariness has weakened my spine and the cross grafts its flesh into mine. The road is death. And I run blindly down its paths, ignoring the voice of Greatness and hearing only madness as the nights draw longer and the sun rotates further away. Stars are invisible. The moon speaks no more to me and I dine on the meat of darkness and sicken of its foul taste. I need light. My eyes are becoming accustomed to utter darkness and the sound of life dying is evident in my ears more frequently. Change me. Strip my heart and pound my flesh into a new form that can resist the cold, fight through weariness and break through walls. Touch my willpower. Engage my thoughts with wisdom and speak to the deepest regions on my soul. I’m ready to hear. And in this instant his soul was quenched in glory and the lightness of day was infused within. I’m ready to feel the joy. The dreams are rapidly firing and the loss of sleep is parading in front of my eyes. The visions cannot continue to be ignored. Increase the awareness of my spirit and tell the demons in waiting that the task ahead will be brutal and result in them exploring career options other than trying to take my joy. I pray that you remove this bitter cup.
I humbly ask that this load be lightened….
This crooked cross is rough
Hewn from a hardwood with a grievous saw
Is help on the way
Can I sense the end of this sojourn…The birds call
Eagles or vultures, tears crowd my vision
Running as creeks angry after the winter snows melt
Rushing, crashing…swollen with rage…intense pain
And the sun burns hot on my uncovered face
And the water tastes like a bitter root
Relief is ageless and faceless…I’m blinded
The day is dawning, the noon is mingling with the night
The bitter cup runneth over, the plate of despair is full
Buffet-style it seems…
Crown my head in longevity and anoint my bones
Strengthen my hands and shod my feet…forever
I pray that you remove this bitter cup
…and I have known that the unknown would shine its infamous face upon my life. The body weakens and the spirit dwindles under the force. Both are renewable but rejuvenation demands the most stringent price – love and loyalty to a desire of one Creator that extends from the lush vegetation in the beautiful gardens of Eden to the decreasing rainforests that burn freely today in the Amazon. Unconditional. He asks for completeness and the forfeiture of everything in life. Ownership of possessions and talent and love and kinships and laughter and tears and hunger and pain and joy and peace must all be placed at the feet of His living altar and in this moment the mounds of pressure strategically placed by Life throughout the years will disintegrate before the gates of your soul. This day we have been made to attain. For this hour the Comforter remains close and whispers the essence of perseverance to our very bones. I am weary. Fighting the destiny of my soul in this span of time has saddened my twin angel to the brink of madness and the pressure in my blood has joined the madness. The malevolent contrariness has weakened my spine and the cross grafts its flesh into mine. The road is death. And I run blindly down its paths, ignoring the voice of Greatness and hearing only madness as the nights draw longer and the sun rotates further away. Stars are invisible. The moon speaks no more to me and I dine on the meat of darkness and sicken of its foul taste. I need light. My eyes are becoming accustomed to utter darkness and the sound of life dying is evident in my ears more frequently. Change me. Strip my heart and pound my flesh into a new form that can resist the cold, fight through weariness and break through walls. Touch my willpower. Engage my thoughts with wisdom and speak to the deepest regions on my soul. I’m ready to hear. And in this instant his soul was quenched in glory and the lightness of day was infused within. I’m ready to feel the joy. The dreams are rapidly firing and the loss of sleep is parading in front of my eyes. The visions cannot continue to be ignored. Increase the awareness of my spirit and tell the demons in waiting that the task ahead will be brutal and result in them exploring career options other than trying to take my joy. I pray that you remove this bitter cup.
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