Piper rhymes...: His Precious Feet

Saturday, January 2, 2016

The Master is at Simon’s house I overheard them say

My heart leaped within me I must get to Him someway

All I have to my name is this alabaster vile

Do I dare to touch Him surely I will defile

I hear their growls and feel their scorn they fill me with such fear

Their faces though are hidden through my many, many tears

I wipe my eyes and look for Him, He’s reclining at the table

I’ve got to make it to Him I don’t know that I am able

I cannot stop my heart it is beating so very fast

But as His eyes catch mine all things are in my past

I see such love and grace flowing from His eyes

Like a breath of fresh air they are but my demise

I fall down helpless and pour this perfume on His feet

The fragrance has filled the room the aroma is so sweet

But nothing seems worthy to pour upon these precious feet

What Grace He has given me all my sins forgiven

I have never had such grace from the Sanhedrin

So much love from Him I cannot pull myself apart

I cling to Him for my very life I have given Him my heart

I hear His voice the sound is so peaceful and forgiving
I will get up from here and change the way that I am living

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