The cup was neither lovely, nor ornate
but a goblet of cold, cruel lead
heavy to hold.
He hesitated as he reached for it,
but only once.
Then, trembling, he lifted it to his lips.
The liquid was bitter and thick.
He choked as he sipped,
but he did not stop.
Oh no. He swallowed
And I know what was in the cup.
My sins, my grief.
He took them from me.
He drank because of me.
And I do not have to drink
because of Him.
"For behold, I God, have suffered these things for all, that they might not suffer if they would repent. ... Which suffering caused myself, even God, the greatest of all, to tremble because of pain, and to bleed at every pore, and to suffer both body and spirit--and would that I might not drink the bitter cup, and shrink--Nevertheless, glory be to the Father, and I partook ..."
Doctrine and Covenants 19: 16-19
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