Alabaster jar smashed
Precious ointment cast
At Your feet.
I want whole healing,
Not half,
Not in patches, like scabs.
No. All.
So smash me,
Break me,
Do what You must to take me
And make me Your home,
Abode,
Tent,
Tabernacle,
Dwelling for a King.
Come, my Love,
Make Your home in me.
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