Makings-of-Me: My Alabaster Box

Monday, November 2, 2009

My Alabaster Box

The room grew still As she made her way to Jesus She stumbled through the tears that made her blind She felt such pain Some spoke in anger Heard folks whisper There's no place here for her kind Still on she came Through the shame that flushed her face Until at last, she knelt before his feet And... Sign in to see full entry.

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