Poem#56 The Cup

Poem#56 The Cup

Genesis 44



How many have come to the table of the Lord & not knowing

The significance of what we’re witnessing in the Presence of Him

Like when Jesus pulled up Thee chair & sat in it of the last Supper



We’re walking in a building doing our own thing & then we’re leaving

How much of the praise & worship did we do of routine & of the heart

Did we really drink in the Holy Spirit or did we leave holding the cup?



So much we’re missing of Jesus in the Old Testament like with Joseph

Unless we’re looking for Jesus in everything we’re reading we’re missing

When the Title of Jesus is in front holding the same Cup we’re accused



How many take sips of the same cup without thinking the significance

Not about the wine or grape juice but the blood of sacrifice it represents

From the Cup that should have been ours because of what we stole



Doesn’t matter how the forbidden fruit got placed into our heart it’s there

We chose to consume what we were told not to & took the bite of desire

We could have said no to Satan & taken such thoughts out as God said



Thankfully Jesus pulled out the chair at our table & sat at the last Supper

Taking the bread He broke saying this is my Body, then taking up the Cup

Which He poured of His Blood, His Righteousness in place of our Sins



Those that Believe will see more than just a cup, but who’s holding it

What does the Cup represent in the hand of Joseph & hand of Jesus?

More importantly what does it mean when Jesus places it in our Heart?
 
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