Cup Of Wine Poem by Justin Reamer

I look upon a table,
There is not much to see,
Not much but a cup of wine
And a cup of tea.

I look into the wine,
Which represents Christ's body,
I look into the tea,
Made by a British laddie.

I see the cup of wine,
And I see Christ's suffering,
I see our Saviour in His place,
Where He is not buffering.

I smile when I see the light,
For He has come to save me,
I see the man who saved us all,
For He hath not betrayed thee.

I look at the cup of tea,
How bitter it may be!
'Tis something gross,
Something pungent,
Something like a pea!

I smile when I see Christ,
Holding out His hand,
He is happy to see me
As I see Him,
Standing in the sand.

He is out on the beach
In my backyard,
Waiting for an answer,
He beckons me,
And I walk forward,
Acting like a dancer.

I go into His arms,
For I am not afraid,
I am glad to see Him,
Triumphant be,
For I know where I stayed.

He was kinder
Than the men before Him,
Knowing good behaviour,
For that's how I knew Him
As my Saviour.

We talked and conversed a while,
Having a time of peace,
I knew not what He had to say,
Even with a crease.

In the end,
I knew I was enlightened,
I walked back to my house,
Where the sunshine brightened.

I felt His presence,
If anything,
I knew that He was there,
I knew that if anything happened,
He would always care.