When Deep Calls Unto Deep.

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When I with my heavy heart lay on His feet,
when I bring my alabaster box of costly oil,
and pour all on his feet, wiping it with my hair,
I see his outstretched arms, wiping away my tears.

When I, as a mould in the potter's house,
surrender my whole to Him,
trusting that he brings a great vessel;
out of my doomed clay,
I see him breaking protocols
and fighting against my delays.

When deep calls unto deep,
the in-depth of my heart, I relay,
the pains and grieves, I cry out,
then I can peacefully sleep,
for I know I'm in His safe and comforting arms.

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.