In tears of sorrow falling free
With scented hair she wipes His feet
Bestows her kisses soft and sweet
She owns her choices, doesn’t flinch
Excuses neither yard nor inch
Nothing hidden, nought concealed
Her sullied soul to Him revealed
He chooses not to reprimand
Compassion stirs to stay His hand
Instead forgives and sets her free
His words disturb the deep in me
Beneath a mask my guilt resides
Dressed in righteous deeds it hides
Those secret sins that weary me
I yearn, like her, to be set free
He looks and sees my naked soul
I grasp this chance to be made whole
Transparent, rid of all disguise
Forgive me too, my spirit cries
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