Like the woman, who, so long ago,
washed Your feet with tears,
I, too, approached Your feet,
though my eyes were clear.
I had wept so much already
my mournful eyes were dry –
Dried to the depths of my soul,
too heavy-hearted to sigh.
I tried to kiss Your feet as well,
but old memories crept in.
Instead of showing Your devotion,
I started gagging on my sin.
I came to You empty-handed –
no oil, tears, or love.
But everything I lacked, You gave –
You took me as I was.
You cried for my tearless eyes –
anointed my dried up soul.
For my loveless heart, You held me close,
and made the broken whole
At Your feet is where I belong,
yet You hold me as a queen.
Greatly-loved woman of GOD –
because of You, that’s me.