Poetry by Francis Florentino
"Two Cups"
Two cups sit in the Lord's hands
Each with its own eternal bands
One of mercy and one of wrath
When one cup is full, the other desolate stands
Until that day when they're out poured
And eternity is decided for evermore
For some the cup of wrath fills
Continually until it's near a spill
As the fiery contents reach the brim
the Lord views there is no more mercy for him
For others though things are not so bleak
As in His cup of mercy there are no leaks
They fight and strive to do His will
Even through temptation and trial they continue still
His glory is real and for us it waits
To been seen in its fullness in paradise or the fiery lake
Awake now to this the desperate cry
Lest the final day take you by surprise
Two cups sit in the Lord's hands
Each with its own eternal bands
Lay hold of this truth and reckon it true
That the Lord's glory might overtake this world anew
That our eternity might be sealed wholly
With everlasting praises of holy, holy, holy
Two cups sit in the Lord's hands
Each with its own eternal bands
One of mercy and one of wrath
When one cup is full, the other desolate stands
Until that day when they're out poured
And eternity is decided for evermore
For some the cup of wrath fills
Continually until it's near a spill
As the fiery contents reach the brim
the Lord views there is no more mercy for him
For others though things are not so bleak
As in His cup of mercy there are no leaks
They fight and strive to do His will
Even through temptation and trial they continue still
His glory is real and for us it waits
To been seen in its fullness in paradise or the fiery lake
Awake now to this the desperate cry
Lest the final day take you by surprise
Two cups sit in the Lord's hands
Each with its own eternal bands
Lay hold of this truth and reckon it true
That the Lord's glory might overtake this world anew
That our eternity might be sealed wholly
With everlasting praises of holy, holy, holy