Friday, April 2, 2010


Mary served You
With her tears and alabaster
She gave her brokeness
There at Your feet
Sweet smelling perfume
I have none
But I will take my broken heart
And place it at Your feet
I'll pour out my tears
Those cried and uncried
I'll surrender all to You
Shattered pieces
I know not how to repair
Wound upon wound
Hurt upon hurt
How can I be whole again?
I come in brokeness
Just one soothing touch
From Your healing, loving hands
That is all my soul desires
Please fill me with new life
Let not my heart continue dying
Wash me in Your love
Give me hope once more
To continue in this journey
And reach my destination

Written by me, February of 2002

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