The Cup      by John Flynn
© Flying Stone Music

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