Break your alabaster jar
and pour it on my feet
In the midst of hair and tears
is where our hearts shall meet <3
To think that I-
but far too gone
A harlot amidst the virgin--
Am but a stickler for broken hearts,
in dire need of a surgeon.
Surely the King
has chosen His bride;
A lilly among the thorns--
He'll take the beauty;
the Spotless one-
of whom precious gems adorn.
He'll search the castles
and the priciest rooms-
in the rich man's master suite--
While I sell my purity
for dollar bills-
like a vender on the street
Surely, He'll seek the loftiest places,
for a bride to claim His hand--
a woman committed; fiercely submitted
not some one night stand.
I'll never forget that knock on the door
that came as such a surprise-
that a King might enter a sinner's floor
much less look me in the eyes.
No value to offer-
but this alabaster jar,
I threw my face at His feet--
between tears and hair and open scars
is where He said we could meet.
Between tears and hair and open scars
is where He said we could meet.
Inspired by Luke 7:36-50
Oh Alyssa, this is a beautiful, touching poem inspired by a beautiful story. I went back and reread the story of the alabaster jar. It makes me love Jesus just that much more!
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1. Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
ReplyDeletetune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
mount of thy redeeming love.
2. Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
hither by thy help I'm come;
and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger,
interposed his precious blood.
3. O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.
Alyjade,
You have so preciously described the indescribable with such a beautiful poem and song of the heart that in all sincerity I think it holds merit against the greatest poets, song-hymn writers, and authors across the ages.
Pursue writing! Pursue it with everything you are. Your talent is rare, marvelous, and unique! Don’t allow this talent the Lord has graced you with to fall by the wayside but write and write and write and through it a King will enter a sinners floors and look billions in their eyes while alabaster jars are broken the sinners and their savior meet.
Your Jesus is using you to allow His glory to shine through. There is no higher calling.
In Christ’s grace and love,
- Zac
I am speechless. Thank you so much, Zac. All glory to God. Those words are not my own. Thank you for taking the time to read my blogs. It means a lot.
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