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My glory beneath your feet Luke 7: 36-50 A woman’s hair is her glory yet my eyes do excrete Tears of repentance at my Saviour loving feet I am a vile bankrupt debtor my voice can not speak Unworthy of forgiveness for which my soul does seeks
I can not raise my wicked head both eyes are blind with tears With hope I’ll kiss those precious feet of the one I love and fear Others at this table look down with such disdain My reputation known by all the devout do abstain
I break the costly alabaster and anoint my soul delight For he is the only Holy One to save me from this plight Please take this beggar’s gift worthless as it may be For your love and redemption can only pardon me
They whisper and I know what they do say She is such a sinner why does he her stay But they have not the words that I long to hear The lyric of forgiveness to fall upon my ears
And then the lamb speaks and closes the gates of hell Which I a loathsome woman deserve so very well Thy sins are forgiven these words come from Mercy’s lips I shake within my frame for all darkness is eclipsed
Go in peace go in peace more words from his tongue I still speak not a word but the angels I know have sung My hair now wet with tears of joy I rise and leave this place For I finally raise my head and look upon his face
Written by Wm. West July 10 2005
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