Ginny Alloway Baker
The Chalice - Poem by Ginny Alloway Baker
There was a beautiful chalice,
filled with liquid that looked like life.
I thought it was that well of love,
I'd searched for in my strife.
I touched the chalice to my lips,
without a hesitation,
I drank deeply...
there were bitter dregs,
I cried in desperation.
Oh, God why has this happened?
I've tried so hard to find the truth.
He showed me,
for His way,
there is no substitute!
The love that I'd been looking for,
had been there all the time,
His cup holds Living Water,
the choice had still been mine.
Now my life belongs to Him,
I don't have to question...
because I know, His way for me,
is tailored to perfection.
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