To Drink and Become Healed

Our hearts became cold
And though we pray
We hunger
We become aged
So slowly we die
We long to be younger
Despite the inner rage
For then we had passions
Unbroken
But one morrow
One will be found
Pure of heart and motive
And he will find the vessel
That allows one to heal
A sip from the cup
All the years pass
Without pain or sorrow
Let me be the one
To find the grail
And renew the king
With a single drink Arthur 
Will exit from the barrow
New
Alive
And healed
Of all his wounds
Let me be the one
Let me be the vessel
In your hands
Oh my Lord

Matthew 6:21  NIV
"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."