THE QUEST
Man was born a Seeker with a yearning in his soul,
And all his life he searches for some Thing to make him whole.
Ever on his sacred quest, he looks the whole world o'er,
To find the Golden Chalice so that he will need no more.
So weary of his searching, he thinks of giving up,
'Til one day, with a joyful heart, he finds the silver cup.
Ah, but alas! Once he acquired the prize he hoped to gain,
He found the cup was empty, and his search had been in vain.
Others seek a potion to make them feel alive,
And so, to find the Holy Grail is how they daily strive.
Once gained, they drink to quench their thirst and feed their hungry soul,
To find it filled with poison, and Death its final goal.
If man could only see the truth, his searching would be o'er,
For it is but a Carpenter's Cup that he is seeking for.
And in it, Living Water, so sparkling, sweet and pure,
That if a man shall drink from it, he'll live forevermore.
Filled with Hope eternal; overflowing with His grace,
To satisfy our yearning heart and fill the empty place.
To find this Blessed Chalice, all we need do is look up,
For there stands Christ, His hand outstretched,
And in His hand......
The Cup.
© 1993 Susan Hulsey Forrister
email: forister@bellsouth.net
Used with permission.
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Man was born a Seeker with a yearning in his soul,
And all his life he searches for some Thing to make him whole.
Ever on his sacred quest, he looks the whole world o'er,
To find the Golden Chalice so that he will need no more.
So weary of his searching, he thinks of giving up,
'Til one day, with a joyful heart, he finds the silver cup.
Ah, but alas! Once he acquired the prize he hoped to gain,
He found the cup was empty, and his search had been in vain.
Others seek a potion to make them feel alive,
And so, to find the Holy Grail is how they daily strive.
Once gained, they drink to quench their thirst and feed their hungry soul,
To find it filled with poison, and Death its final goal.
If man could only see the truth, his searching would be o'er,
For it is but a Carpenter's Cup that he is seeking for.
And in it, Living Water, so sparkling, sweet and pure,
That if a man shall drink from it, he'll live forevermore.
Filled with Hope eternal; overflowing with His grace,
To satisfy our yearning heart and fill the empty place.
To find this Blessed Chalice, all we need do is look up,
For there stands Christ, His hand outstretched,
And in His hand......
The Cup.
© 1993 Susan Hulsey Forrister
email: forister@bellsouth.net
Used with permission.
Please sign my guestbook!
And all his life he searches for some Thing to make him whole.
Ever on his sacred quest, he looks the whole world o'er,
To find the Golden Chalice so that he will need no more.
So weary of his searching, he thinks of giving up,
'Til one day, with a joyful heart, he finds the silver cup.
Ah, but alas! Once he acquired the prize he hoped to gain,
He found the cup was empty, and his search had been in vain.
Others seek a potion to make them feel alive,
And so, to find the Holy Grail is how they daily strive.
Once gained, they drink to quench their thirst and feed their hungry soul,
To find it filled with poison, and Death its final goal.
If man could only see the truth, his searching would be o'er,
For it is but a Carpenter's Cup that he is seeking for.
And in it, Living Water, so sparkling, sweet and pure,
That if a man shall drink from it, he'll live forevermore.
Filled with Hope eternal; overflowing with His grace,
To satisfy our yearning heart and fill the empty place.
To find this Blessed Chalice, all we need do is look up,
For there stands Christ, His hand outstretched,
And in His hand......
The Cup.
© 1993 Susan Hulsey Forrister
email: forister@bellsouth.net
Used with permission.
VIEW MY OTHER PAGES
Please sign my guestbook!
BACKGROUND BY:
Midi: "Fill My Cup, Lord"
arranged by Bruce Mock
Indianapolis, IN
E-Mail: bmock@iupui.edu
arranged by Bruce Mock
Indianapolis, IN
E-Mail: bmock@iupui.edu