Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Luke 7:37-50


She Washed His Feet with Her Tears

Can you imagine the Sun resting in the palm of your hand
It's solar winds caressing your face like a morning breeze
As drops of your soul fell helplessly onto it's surface
And tendril's of your glory softly eased past

Can you imagine the Sun resting in the palm of your hand
While envy bored holes through the surface of minds
As shouts of outrage and tearing of robes distracted
And your past tried to swell in the murky depths

Can you imagine the Sun resting in the palm of your hand
Forgiveness as pure as a cold mountain stream
As love itself flowed forth a rainbow through tears
The light of the universe looked directly into yours

Can you imagine the Sun resting in the palm of your hand
Humbling your soul for a debt that was not His to pay
As the turmoil of your soul becomes simply rest
And your lips touch the source of all that is made

Can you imagine the Sun resting in the palm of your hand
Reeling in the acceptance that you have never received
As God himself looks down at you with trust and love
Can you imagine the Sun resting in the palm of your hand?