The truth is, I shouldn’t be drinking
I don’t deserve this cup in front of me

The truth is, this wine
Has greater weight than I give it.

The truth is, drinking builds relationships
But I neglect this one so frequently.

The truth is, this crimson liquid
Washes out many stains

The truth is, somehow it is his wish
That I partake in remembrance.

The truth is, I shouldn’t be drinking
But grace comes in scarlet tones.