He Drank From My Cup
he drank from my cup, my cup of affliction
he drank from my cup, my cup of suffering
he drank from my cup, my cup of death
he drank from my cup, my cup of sin
he was made sin but known not it's path
he drank from my cup
he drank from my cup, the cup of curses
filled to the brim
he drank from my cup, the cup of affliction
prepared in sin
sprinkled with condemnation
sweetened with bitterness
spiced with evil all mixed to the brim
he took it and drank from it, leaving
me nothing of my deserve
he drank from my cup and left non for me
he drank the shame
he drank the death
he drank the curse
he drank the affliction
he drank the torment
he emptied my cup
he drank from my cup and cried out father if it is possible take this cup away from me, yet not my wil lbe done
he drank from my cup
he drank from my cup and cried out father why have you forsaken me
he drank from my cup
HE IS JESUS CHRIST THE SON OF THE LIVING GOD
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