The one that intoxicates the air.
The one that intoxicates my lungs.
The one that intoxicates my skin.
You do not hold it from me
But You pour it kindly.
When I've asked You to teach me of generosity, You've revealed this;
The most precious of oil,
Worth more than silver
Worth more than gold
Worth so great,
It cannot be sold...
You tip it over.
It pours from the resting place,
Over my hands
Over my feet
Into my head
Into my heart.
You, my God, are generous.

Lovely. Thank you.
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