The Chalice

Elizabeth

My worship is a secret

Loose the chalice for me

From the tangles of your long brown hair

Let it out

Hand me the cruet

It's this moment that I speak of

Oh to bless my please

In the rancor of your myrrh-stained arms

Let me in

Maybe I could have shown you

How my mouth is like a baby's

Were you ever too told

To make holy of an infant's tongue

Let it go

Let it go

Let it go

Let it go