The Cup           by John Flynn

 

 

Maybe we're careful... maybe we're lucky

but sooner or later that stuff gets used up

Sooner or later just being human

Means that you have to drink from the cup

 

Some wounds are sacred, some wounds are holy

Carried to honor the losses we grieve

Spirit declaring the answers to questions  

As deep and brave as each breath that we breathe

 

But let these tears shine from smiling faces

Raised in the hope that someday and soon

We'll be made stronger in broken places

Healed perhaps not of but by our wounds

 

Oh may these damaged heroes and angels

Be brought together coming apart

Joyful and reckless and ransomed by loving

From the last boundaries of unbroken hearts

 

 

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