Psonnets of Worship
Come Fill This Cup of Mine

I knew when I had tasted of the wine,
that miracle was mingled without vice,
untouched by human hand or artifice.
I drank my fill. I took it for a sign
I should believe on Jesus. Love this fine
fermented in new wineskins shall suffice.
My thirst for old wines quenched, this sacrifice
now bids me ask. Come fill this cup of mine!
Your covenant in blood has covered sin.
You do not fill me like a jar of stone.
That sentiment would bring to mind again
the tablet stones which You fulfilled alone.
Come fill, not stone, but newly woven skin.
Come pour that offering of wine - Your own.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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