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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

John Wycliffe 1320-1384

John Wycliffe 1320-1384

 

John 10:9 I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture.

 

 

 

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