Fourth Cup

A Poem By Julie // 5/2/2010


On the banquet table’s cloth of white
sits a great wine basin
seventy spans across and wide
carved with scenes of heaven’s splendor
ringed by countless silver goblets
each engraved with a true name
polished and shining in His light
waiting for the day when
we dip our goblets
and raise the toast,
the cup of reunion

at the bridal supper of the Lamb


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