“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 7:38 NIV)

There was a woman of heartache,
caught in a life of shame.
A prostitute, alone,
with no one else to blame.
She took her tears to Jesus and spilled them on His feet.
The people were appalled, didn’t He know she was a cheat.
“Unclean, don’t touch her!
The law says she should be stoned.”
But Jesus touched her bitter tears and turned them into sweet.

“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” (Rev. 21:4 NIV)

There are many tears in this hurting world
with all its death and pain.
Tears from accidents and addiction woes,
hidden tears of shame.
Tears of grief at supper
for an empty space.
Dry tears of depression,
making life so hard to face,
But harshest are the tears,
of a heart hardened by conceit.
Where pride prevents the sinner
from kneeling at Jesus feet.

“Therefore I tell you, because her many sins have been forgiven, she has loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little.” (Luke 7:47 NIV)