The tavern road is strewn with stones—rough and jagged.
O Lord, if you made me the cup-bearer,
why did you leave unfinished the search for how this wine vessel might be filled?
Walking that path, stumbling again and again, how many times the bowl has shattered,
I have laid my entire life at your feet, Lord,
nothing more—just keep this one bowl safe in your care!
The tavern road is strewn with stones—rough and jagged.
Prayer
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