The Cup

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Yes, all can choose to make it out of this hell

Near to dying for love, fighting over names, the n-ah me!

Next to the dagger, feather and rose, I use my own blood to go about as usual

Over the stones of envy, hatred and blame thrown at me in moments unexpected, I will walk unscathed

I carry the pain, but return all curses to sender

Even inviting the opportunity to die to your pain for you

Nexus of every eye looking deep into mine, every hand

Calling for me to share the beauty of the soul

Every thought bathing in a kind compassion rarely seen

There is an inevitability of trial and tribulation

Emerging through the worst nightmares, breaking in

Claiming my heart with the Spirit of miraculous surrender

Lion laying down with the Lamb, Victory of Love Herself

Affirming that I am full of living water, crave the salt of the earth

In spaces least expected, the treasure of the heart once again marks the spot

Near to dying for love, I accepted and drank from the cup