A mixture of thoughts so random no-one will want to follow it. God, life, illustration, books, history, who knows...
Death and the curse were in our cup:
O Christ, ’twas full for Thee;
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop,
’Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup, love drank it up;
Now blessing’s draught for me.
Anne Ross Cousin
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