The Cup
In the garden of Gethsemane,
I think not that it was a plea to be free
from the suffering that lay ahead at Calvary.
Beaten, spat on, hit, and crowned with thorns was he.
Marred more than any man was enough to make him weary,
but I think not that alone to be the bitter cup of Jesus' misery.
He always knew that 10,000 angels could easily spring his delivery.
So beyond the pain and suffering, there was a much bigger story.
He realized the truth that Cursed is everyone who hangs on a tree.
And He knew there would be a period of Father-Son relational agony.
"My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?" is really not a mystery.
That our Savior drank every drop of everything in that bitter cup is now history.
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2019
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