He drank my cup
Throughout my life I have sinned.
I have strayed from the path.
I have hurt others.
I have been selfish over and over again.
That is not the way of heaven.
It is not the way of eternity.
I am rightly condemned
for my crimes against the universe.
It is just to reduce me dust,
to remove my evil
that it will no longer harm
those who are pure.
For this I am sentenced to drink,
to drink the cup of death,
the cup of dark, everlasting death.
Separated from all that is light and life,
removed from all that is perfect,
cut off from my Father
and from my brothers and sisters—
this is just and right and necessary.
That cup is the cup I filled.
every unholy act,
was another drop in that cup.
Now I must drink it,
and that is completely fair.
I hear Someone in a garden.
I hear a prayer of submission.
The Son of God will trade cups with me.
He will drink mine
that I might drink His.
Even if I refuse His, He will take mine.
He puts it to His lips
and He bows in agony.
He falls to the ground under the weight.
He is swallowed up by the darkness
that I created.
He dies the death that is mine.
He is removed from the universe
like I should have been.
Now all is quiet
I am speechless.
I was prepared to endure my death,
but I do not how to deal with this.
the Father puts His arm around my shoulder.
He says softly,
"Here. He wanted you to drink this.
I want you to drink this."
My rebellion and my stubborness melt.
My fears transform to gratitude.
My pride steps down to humility.
I will drink His cup,
and I will live His life.