"make haste! and come, o ye weary drooper"

"make haste! and come, o ye weary drooper"
~for anyone who has ever needed to be forgiven much~
L. Page

make haste! and come, o ye weary drooper
as thy taste and tongue have lost
the savor, out with drunken stupor
unto thine alabaster flask

ye've nothing left to offer if even
thy tears are tumbling and a flood
and ye wash, with thy hair, his feet
from which will flow a healing blood

make haste! and go, o ye woman seeker
as thy waste! and wrung thy hands,
the Savior! has come out to thee
for thine alabaster flask

ye've everything to offer if even
thy tears are tumbling and a flood
and ye weep with thy heart outpoured
thy worship of the living God.

(c) 2009 Leah Randelle