The Cup That I Drink Of

To feel the lash-cuts on my naked spine,
 The dirty spikes that grate on human bone:
 To suffer for the sins that are my own—
Sweet Christ, I wish so bless'd a fate were mine!
My penance is to let You bear the price,
 To know I shoved the spear into Your side,
 And my worst self was laughing when You died
Because I had escaped the sacrifice.
 Your mercy has more justice than we think;
 My ruined soul Your grace can surely raise,
 But from Your grace and mercy still I shrink—
 For when I meet You at the end of days,
 Who drank the cup that was my own to drink,
 How will I ever meet Your bloody gaze?
Jamey Toner

Jamey Toner is the author of The Kai, the true account of a young man finding faith through the martial arts, and the co-author of Brides of Christ, a children's book from the Benedictines of Mary, Queen of Apostles. Toner lives and works in Massachusetts with his beautiful wife, three lovely children, and a fluctuating number of chickens.

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