When Thy love enters my heart like radiant light,
Even the dust remembers its name and shines bright.
The world itself becomes a holy, sacred place,
And I, the humble cup, am filled with pure grace,
With wine that has always been sacred through the years,
Though once I knew it only as water, unadorned by cheers.
O’ Thou who dwellest in the heart and givest life to all,
The souls rejoice and rise whenever Thy call
Touches each silent thing, each hidden, still domain,
And spirits bloom, while the wondrous garden shines again.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 1:23 AM UTC
When Thy love enters my heart like radiant light,
Even the dust remembers its name and shines bright.
The world itself becomes a holy, sacred place,
And I, the humble cup, am filled with pure grace,
With wine that has always been sacred through the years,
Though once I knew it only as water, unadorned by cheers.
O’ Thou who dwellest in the heart and givest life to all,
The souls rejoice and rise whenever Thy call
Touches each silent thing, each hidden, still domain,
And spirits bloom, while the wondrous garden shines again.
The Humble Cup 15/12/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
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