Post by goldenmyst on Nov 23, 2018 23:42:17 GMT -6
Tears for Jesus
The woman wept for her sins
Like a bereaved mother whose son has died
Her tears were children of the starving night
They were prodigal progeny soaked in love
For this man called Jesus who sat before her
Uninvited she let her teardrops fall upon his feet
Then she gave him the gift of her footsy kisses
And worshipped his feet with her tongue
But all she had was her gift of touch
As an offering of repentance
And Christ smiled like a boy on his first date
When the pangs of youth were soothed
By the lips of a maiden pressed to his
Then she dried his feet with her hair
Like his wife in an act of love
Only to anoint his shoeless nudity
With her flagrantly fragrant frankincense
Using oiled hands
well versed in the art of love
The woman wept for her sins
Like a bereaved mother whose son has died
Her tears were children of the starving night
They were prodigal progeny soaked in love
For this man called Jesus who sat before her
Uninvited she let her teardrops fall upon his feet
Then she gave him the gift of her footsy kisses
And worshipped his feet with her tongue
But all she had was her gift of touch
As an offering of repentance
And Christ smiled like a boy on his first date
When the pangs of youth were soothed
By the lips of a maiden pressed to his
Then she dried his feet with her hair
Like his wife in an act of love
Only to anoint his shoeless nudity
With her flagrantly fragrant frankincense
Using oiled hands
well versed in the art of love
