You see us, help us see how You see

The heart of Jesus saw her.

Not just her tears, not just her perfume— but her heart.

And her heart saw Him too—enough to fall, enough to pour out everything she had, enough to worship without shame.

But too often, we see with flesh.

We notice what embarrasses the proud:

A king dancing until his clothes fall loose.

A father running like a child to meet his lost son.

A woman breaking every social rule……just to kneel and kiss the feet of God.

These are the moments heaven leans close.

Where love is louder than dignity, and worship dares to be undignified.

Where hearts meet in holy recognition, and the perfume of surrender fills the house.

Let us be found in those moments— feet moving in rhythm with grace, hearts undone by love, and eyes that see, truly see, the One who is worthy.