Pour over me as water over mountains,
With pressure, beauty, infinite patience
Wear my hard edges down
And carve your story within me
Ever deeper, further up and further in.
Write a story through the ages
Of how you eroded the flesh
Until only you remained.
Pour me out as oil,
Pure and rich,
In fragrant perfume that smells
Like otherworldly Kingdom,
Fragrance that comes only from you
Pour over me as compassion,
The kind of love that weeps
for nations to be drawn back home
A heart pulled to overflowing
With mercy so potent
It could cure the coldest soul.
Pour over me and I'll pour it right back
At your feet.
What grace has given me,
Let it pass to others.
Let me waste this fragrant gift at your feet,
Again and ever again,
That you might receive the reward of your suffering.
As you were poured out as the sacrifice of all flesh,
for all time,
I pour myself out as the drink offering,
All for you
With every beat of my heart a gift
Back to my beloved
Though I drip with the oils of love,
I am already being emptied
Until the end of days;
I'll be covered and coated
In the fullness of your presence
While I waste it all,
Every moment,
At your feet,
To be my love offering,
My devotion displayed.
