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.
Awesome.
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