I'm breaking my alabaster box. You can have me, all of me.
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Let the fragrance arise.
"When a woman who had lived a sinful life in that town learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee's house, she brought an alabaster jar of perfume, and as she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them."
{Luke 7:37-38}
Friday, April 10, 2009
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