The Golden Chalice

Good morning king
I've traveled far
To bring you special things
None of which are glittery
Like jewels or showy rings

Of all the things I've brought to you
One is most dear to me
For I have kept it secreted
Only meant for you to see

Since no one else must see it
No one but you and I
No one could understand it
Nor what it doth signify

You see, I've waited ages
Looking back, that time has flown
To you, I offer my Golden Chalice, 
To place upon your Throne
 

By Sharon Cunningham