"…and the scorching wind – their portion from the cup…" Ps. 10:6
Not for Him to descend into mud. Yet He took upon Him our vices And suffered upon the cross for us… This – His portion from the cup.
A broken reed stands firm, Smoking flax – not extinguished. There is hope! And God does not sleep… This – your portion from the cup.
I cannot but follow Him, Though the cross sometimes fills me with dread. Yet in the valley of sorrows we are kept… This – my portion from the cup.
Bread from the Divine table Share with your neighbors more often. When the world burns down to ash, – There will be a portion for you from the cup.
Hell is kindled with eternal fire. There dwell all those to whom God matters not, All who lived and fed upon evil, – This – the portion of enemies from the cup.
Soon the sickle will gather the fields. But now you stand at the thawing furrow, Do not live carelessly and in vain, – YOUR PORTION – IN THE LORD'S CUP!
