Monday, November 1, 2010

The Passionate Woman Jazz Poem (12th Sept 2010)





Quietly she entered into the room
In her hand holding the jar of a perfume

“I shall not miss this moment”, she  thought
Especially since this jar I have brought

This jar is my life
Like a husband is to his wife

I am passionate about this jar
It has cost me my life, a life full of scars
But I choose to give it to Him
It is the only costly thing I have
I will give it to him

My pain, my past, I am dirty
I admit I am wrong, I am guilty

And filthy, and empty, yet thirsty
For the one who is mighty to save me

I give him my worth, my pride, my dignity
This is all that I have and it is not about my beauty

For He is the one who makes me beautiful
Though they reject me, though they use and abuse me

Though the Pharisees and the sadducces claim that theyu know God
They don’t love me, they don’t cry for the lost

Where are the true lovers of God
Who will keep His command – to love God and love man

Where are they who are ready to repent
To change their way of thinking
Look at how in sin the world is sinking
Look at how in sin I am sinking!

All I want is to kiss his feet
To hear the sound of his heart beat

I kneel before him
I lay down my glory and adore him

He is the God of a second chance
He is my lover, my joy and my romance

And to Him I give my life
To Him I give my life. 

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