Are You Able to Drink of this Cup?
by Michelle Stace


Torment of fire and brimstone shall be;
Souls that are wailing and gnashing their teeth.
Some will insist God doesn't exist;
Some think their 'good' heart He'll not resist.
But God is holy and Hell a real place;
I reap what I sow, my sins I must face.
Do you not see God's utter hatred of sin,
And the excuses you make to delude yourself in?
The reason for man's elaborate cover-up?
He himself has to pay and drink of this cup.

God's plan before time - His Beloved Son to die;
His only Begotten, the Apple of His eye.
For my transgressions He died a brutal death,
For my vile sins, God poured out His wrath.
Son of God tortured, humiliated, mocked;
This done by His created ones, are you not shocked?
He asked three times the cup to be removed,
Yet paid the awful penalty that was my due.
It then makes no sense to think Hell will be easy;
Nor endure unsound doctrine that only deceives.

And so in the center of God's perfect plan;
Between horrors of Hell and suff 'ring of Cross,
Is God's boundless LOVE for each of us.
In the fullness of time His Son He did send;
He's the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End.'
 His love runs deeper than blackest sin,
And He lives to bestow new life within.
My sins He's forgotten, He remembers no more;
I'm crucified with Christ and He's all I live for.


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