Thursday, 21 March 2013
But as the Lord moved by obedient steps
Towards the cross and His vicarious death
What of His feet - did any care for them?
The women cared: one saw His need and wept
And by her tears the Master was refreshed;
She poured out myrrh despite opposers there.
Mary had sat beside His feet and heard,
Had bowed to them under the greatest test:
She valued them and showered on them the best,
The finest nard, a fragrant recompense.
Soon as His footstool His foes will all be set:
That is the just reward which God directs.