I wonder how it tasted,
the sour wine they gave you on the sponge that day.
Did you thirst for the water you thought it was the way we thirst for something to fill the void we have in our souls?
Was it as revolting as the sin we fill our abyss with in lue of your glory?
Teach me to spit out this flesh nature like you did upon the cross.
Let my wants always leave a sour taste in my mouth if they are not aligned with yours.
Remind me of the sweetness of your grace and mercy.
Oh how it is made all the more lovely by you making me worthy although i am undeserving.
Let my intentions be pure as I go about my life.
Don't allow them to sit until they are turned to vinegar by my own pride.