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When I with my heavy heart lay on His feet,
when I bring my alabaster box of costly oil,
and pour all on his feet, wiping it with my hair,
I see his outstretched arms, wiping away my tears.
When I, as a mould in the potter's house,
surrender my whole to Him,
trusting that he brings a great vessel;
out of my doomed clay,
I see him breaking protocols
and fighting against my delays.
When deep calls unto deep,
the in-depth of my heart, I relay,
the pains and grieves, I cry out,
then I can peacefully sleep,
for I know I'm in His safe and comforting arms.
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My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.