The room was crowded, but not deterred
she was determined to reach her Lord.
With tears of repentance from her eyes
she washed Jesus feet to their surprise.
Showing such tenderness and loving care
she then dried His feet with her long hair
and from the jar which she opened wide
took out the sweet perfume from inside.
The room was filled with aroma sweet
as she rubbed the ointment over His feet.
Her acts of love though misunderstood
did not pass unnoticed by her Lord.
What extravagant love Mary showed
and upon the Lord Jesus bestowed.
I wish that I could as loving be
so fearless and unrestrained as she.
Written after reading Luke 7: 36-47
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