As she stood behind Him at His feet weeping, she began to wet His feet with her tears and wipe them with her hair. Then she kissed His feet and anointed them with the perfume.
Luke 7:38

Lord, you know I long
For your presence sweet
But all I can dare
Is to kiss your feet

You know my past
How often I’ve failed
That’s why I must kiss
Those feet that were nailed

Your hands should be kissed
By emperors and kings
Perhaps they are worthy
Of touching your rings

But Lord, I’m an outcast
Despised in their sight
To see your kind face
I don’t have the right

I mind not the scandal
Of acting the fool
As long as I know
I herald your rule

My feeble devotion
Is messy but true
And that’s how I show
I’m in love with you

So take all my tears
Let them wash you well
For those love-cleansed feet
Will soon trample hell

Today I will destroy the works of hell
By giving my tears and fears
To Jesus