...bringing an alabaster jar of ointment, and standing at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment. Luke 7:38
Sunday, 10 August 2014
In the night, in the storm, walking on the water you took away my securities and held me tight.
On Tabor you took away my fears.
You are purifying me.
Taking away what keeps me from you
Emptying me to fill me with new wine.
I am happy. My soul is at peace.
Purifying fire, you haven't forgotten or abandoned me.
The silent flame means I am never alone.
Deo Gratis
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