One, His touch jolts your senses with the scent of a burning incense adeptly welding the broken pieces of your life into a show glass masterpiece provoking a mix of smoke and balm;
ask the woman with the alabaster jar and she’d tell you the oil poured out from the vessel is the fragrance from mending the shattered ruins of her life into the prized odour of grace
ask the woman with the alabaster jar and she’d tell you the oil poured out from the vessel is the fragrance from mending the shattered ruins of her life into the prized odour of grace
(c) poem by me, part of an original poem in my upcoming book. Photo credits: My hand pointing to the sky
Scripture reference: Mathew 26:7 -10; Luke 7: 37-38
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