24/40Lent
Hymn of the Olives
Its lyrics pour scents of
pure worship,
accents of perfume
flowing from locks
to our sole,
sole keys of Praise-
soul, mine, sing
of that Nard
He went to Mt. Olives
past Kidron's ravines,
vale of aloneness, taking BC
from AD; Vine press of Crushing
I stare at, from here/ receive from here:
a Cup of grape, the touch of His fingers
Healing, healing all fear.
My sweetest of Teachers, these moments
that break: Precious Shepherd thru 'an aloneness
that brings Him so near. Bearing all rage, all
instruments of hell. The breaking is the healing,
the crushing, the fragrance
of the
Alabaster Jar
The Alabaster Jar.
He was and is, that Alabaster Jar, crushed broken, poured out for you and me. An anointing crimson flow, given that we may receive, eternity.
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