Bitterness, a taste I thought forgotten
Words are salt on my blistered lips
Anger sears my tongue
Burning, I choke it down
Why is it so fresh today?
Friends set a table
I dined with enemies
The fruit of betrayal was the main course
Why must I eat of this today?
A cup of suffering for a Son forsaken
Filled with my sins, willingly consumed
Death and darkness give way to light and life
The Savior sets a table
I dine with the lover of my soul
The fruit of love fills my plate
Grace serves a meal undeserving
The cup, filled with forgiveness
Wine soothes my wounded spirit
Comfort gently cools my heart
I swallow its healing for my soul
A fresh taste everyday
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