Song 1.3 |Ointment

Posted byDavid B. SmithPosted inmeditationTags:, , 
Because of your work,
The savour of your love, 
Thy good ointments soften my soul.
Thy name is sweetness, it is 
As ointment poured forth.
Therefore, do all look to you, and
The virgins love thee.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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