Prose for a new song: poured out

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whirlingmerc

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Hows this? I tried combining the three foot washing accounts in a song


Poured out:
Nard comes from the Himalyas, Jesus came farther
based on Luke 7, Matt 26, Mark 14, John 12, Psalm 2, Psalm 8

Devout women recounted to Luke a story of love poured out by a hill that was a smaller "little Mount Hermon" in the city of Nain where small things were missed by the wise. It was heard, “blessed is he who is not offended in me’ An only son returned to a mother and tears end A woman with a history of sexual misconduct hearing a wild claim "God has visited his people", perhaps hearing of the funeral Jesus interrupted where all tears stopped and went and heard a man accused of being a friend of substance abusers and different tears begin. “….she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment…” At the more than proper Pharisee home, those with low self awareness of their own religious misconduct thought a prophet would see her for what she really was, pull back his feet or look away. But the more than a prophet did see… “…her sins, which are many, are forgiven—for she loved much. But he who is forgiven little, loves little ….” And amidst awkward stares is told too be assured woman, your faith has saved you go in peace


His glory is over the heavens but out of the humble he establishes strength because of his foes his glory painted from farthest star to smallest baby


In the city of Bethany, Jesus who cried with the sister who cried, reasoned with the reasonable sister and rescued a brother thought long past rescue. at the home of a man healed of leprosy, a buried brother freely returned to his sister a party is thrown and a sisters costly gratitude is poured out to a man yet to be buried. She chose the best giver and gave her best gift. An alabaster flask. ointment pure, costly broken, a years wages worth of perfume held back and not used on her dying brother yet poured it out on Jesus by sisters who worry about things like smells for reasons unexplained. Be assured sister, you have done a beautiful thing anointing him for what is to come, And Lazarus had the party of his life.


his glory is over the heavens but out of the humble he establishes strength because of his foes his glory painted from farthest star to smallest baby.


In a week, it would be Jesus washing the feet The work of public teaching was finished and a new work about to be done for he who 'does all things well'. His body the more than alabaster vessel, broken, There could be no costlier gift or more pure an offering would be more pleasing than any perfume, the pure for the impure. Nard comes from the far Himalayas, Jesus came farther. My king poured out on Zion, making the lost fragrant, smelling like Christ smelled before God, Be assured he who trusts in him will not be shaken He is the best part .He is the giver. He is the gift. The empty tomb proclaims the gift is good.

his glory is over the heavens but out of the humble he establishes strength because of his foes his glory painted from farthest star to smallest baby.
 
Starting with poetic prose without music and shaping it to lyrics and music... someday.... deo valente...

I suspect if that ever happens it will be shortened quite a bit
 
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