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God (Inspired by) She succumbed to lust
time and time again.
Her heart became void-
what kind of gift
could she offer him?
She spent all her worth
on a bottle of
the finest perfume.
She fell at His feet,
tears matting her hair,
and gave all she had.
She presented herself,
broken like her alabaster jar.
Poured out of her soul,
her guilt, a fragrance
her Savior could not turn away.
Oh that a touch on his sandal
could cleanse her of her sins?
And in a breath,
he forgave her
and absolved her offenses.
