Worshipper

Broken alabaster jar

Perfume wisps and wraps

Blessing One who is to be

Broken and poured forth.

Abandoned water pitcher

Feet run to proclaim

Living Waters that drench

The parched and weary soul

Lifegiving Fount who would soon cry

‘I thirst’.

Embalming spices

Lie forgotten

The Promise Keeper

The Mystery of God revealed

Stands before me

Why indeed should I seek

The Living among the dead?

The Saviour calls my name

Rabboni, Master, King

My heart makes reply

My spirit hears the homeward wooing

And whispers back

‘Lord, I am Yours’

not my will

Yours be done’

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