Poetry

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“My Alabaster Box”

Oh I must Thank
Him;for what
He has done.

He has cleansed,
a harlot's stony
heart and has
made it fresh;
like the morning
dew.

Oh,what will I
give Him?All
I have is my
Alabaster box.

I know my Thanks;
my heart's gratitude
this precious ointment
will never be enough.

Oh run soul;run to
The Master’s Feet.
There he sits amongst
The men, yet they
may mock me.

I will go and give
my all;my heart,
my perfume
my Albaster box.

Oh I see Eyes of
Mercy and Love
looking down upon
me.

I can not control
The tears;for
all He has done
for me;His Love
has set me free.


My hair shall
wipe them away;
my tears on His
Precious Feet.

I will anoint His
His Precious feet.
may this scent linger
on the road to
His suffering.

He will be spilt
out, and Broken
His Blood shed
for me.

Oh My Saviour;
Oh My soul
Jesus died for
Thee.

Oh my God;
I will give Thee;
My all;my
Alabaster box
Oh break for
The Glory
Of Thee.

Let my Life
Dear God
Be a Sweet
Fragrance
unto Thee.

For Thy Precious
Blood;was Spilt
out for me.

Oh Thy Gift
of Love At
Calvary!

Inspired by God

Copyright © 2005 Mrs.David Jobes(Dee)

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