"Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped His feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odor of the ointment... Then saith... Judas Iscariot... Why was not this ointment sold for three hundred pence, and given to the poor?.... Then said Jesus, Let her alone: against the day of My burying hath she kept this" (John 12:3-7).
When Mary worshipped Christ our Lord
Anointing then His feet,
The costly ointment that she poured
Could not have been more sweet.
For there was more than her perfume
Applied thus with her hair:
It was her worship in that room
With love that filled the air.
Yes, Judas saw it all as loss
Through eyes obscured with greed,
Yet Mary's heart foresaw the cross
And Christ who met her need.
The odor of that ointment rose
To heaven's highest court,
As will the fragrance of all those
With worship of this sort.
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