Sunday, 28 March 2010


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.


  1. Another beautiful poem!

    I have an urgent prayer request on arise 2 write.

  2. How often we neglect to see HIM . . . to love HIM . . . the woman did not give up her chance!!!!
    Beautiful, my friend.
    Thank you for visiting Seeking Grace.
    May the Lord continue to bless your work for HIM.

  3. Dear brother thank you for the sermon notes I got them today.


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