There is one Nail fastened in a sure place, and there the flagons hang and the cups too. "Oh." says one of the little cups. "I am so little and so black, suppose I should drop." The flagon says, "I am so heavy, so weighty, suppose I should drop." One cup says, "Oh, if felt like that golden cup. I should never fear falling." And the gold cup answers, "It is not my being a gold cup keeps me, but it is all by the Nail! If the Nail comes down, we all go! The cup may be gold or pewter, but so long as the Nail remains, the cups all hang safely." (See Isa. 22:23, 24.)