He Drank our Cup of Wrath

Not culture
peace symbols,
“what would Jesus do”
nor fishes
My Saviour bled through
until the Life from Him was drained
Drank Our Cup of Wrath
rightfully yours and rightfully mine
to burn in eternal indignation
Holiness cannot endure what we are
angels would descend on us,
If God told them to
but minister to them,
He said,
“they who are a little lower than angels”
(for now)
demons scream why?
Jesus said, “Love”
“I spill Love, from my wounds
and from my lips, He shouted,
“It is Finished”,"
His Blazing Glory created the Stars
with asphyxiation on His Breath,
He cried to the Father,
“Why Have You Forsaken Me.”
He drank the Cup of Judgment
all of the dregs, down to the last bitter
drop, swallowed millions of drops of acidic sin
He drank Our Cup of Wrath
the gall that was yours
the burning fire that was mine.
don’t flippantly say, God is Love,
when your heart cannot comprehend
the height and length and depth and width
of His Heart God rejected on the day of His Crucifixion
If you have no reverance for what is Holy
don’t want the Holy Fire, the burning coal
the Blood of Jesus washing and cleansing
scrubbing gently, but continually making new,
if Sunday is only an hour,
and you watch whatever filth
the culture spews and vomits
Don’t put my Saviour’s Precious Name
on your foul and disgusting tongue
If it isn’t immersed in the Grace of the Cross,
don’t call yourself, “Christian” or Jesus Follower
if you are not Crazy, insanely crazy for His Love
don’t join in the Allelujah chorus if you still want your sin
when Precious Drops of Glory were spilled
for wretches in rags that are lepers
for we are beasts without Jesus
if you will not be grateful for His Beautiful Sacrifice
and if you don’t know that hell is where
the mutilated go,
He drank down Your Cup of Wrath
to make You shining and new
to clothe You in Robes of White
to introduce You to His Father in Heaven
don’t pretend to be a Christian
God hates the hypocrite,
Cry through the wounds of your life
Cry them out to Jesus
don’t sing Praises with a dignified heart
sing without abandon,
He drank Your Cup of Wrath
this Is God,
The Great I Am
The One who parted the Red Sea
The One who consumed a bush
and still was not consumed
The Alpha and The Omega
take him your cuttings with the gauze
still around it,
with blood oozing down
but don’t put on your suit
if you won’t surrender those scars
He drank Your Cup of Wrath
the Holy One of Israel
the One swaddled in a manger
the One who Healed the lepers
and the God who walked on water
He’s walking to get to You
but don’t flippantly use His Flaming
and Glorious Name
if you still want the stains,
and not the Blood
that cleanses
He drank Your Cup of Wrath

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