Beyond What They See

"A woman in that town who lived a sinful life learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee's house, so she came there with an alabaster jar of perfume.  As she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears.  Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them." (Luke 7:37-38)

                                                     Beyond What They See

In the breaking
aroma pours forth
Seeping through cracks
which pain has wrought

It flows into the room 
as I step inside
The scent of a woman 
with much to hide

I have hidden in darkness
I have hidden in flesh
I have hidden my heart
in a place of death

I feel their eyes
I sense their disdain
The aroma permeates
aching to remain

I stand behind Him
no turning back now
Falling at His feet
tears stream down

Worship's weight bows
draping His feet with my hair
This man, this Lord
see me lovely and fair

Not as I have been
Not as I was
Drenched in murky sin
never knowing love

My shame overwhelming
I yield my perfume
A sinful woman made holy
The scent of grace floods the room...



Written by Anne Marie Hawke, 2018. 
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