The Waste of His Annointing

Mary knelt before the One she'd berated just before

the fragrance filled the leper's house as she annointed her Lord

The smell would infiltrate the clothes that Jesus wore that day

A perfume fit for a reigning king now prepared a King for His grave!

So later when He stood accused and when those clothes were gambled away

The fragrance lingered on his skin- even on the crioss it would stay!

The pure and potent ointment of love and gratitude

Would linger on unto the grave- it would not be removed

In the beauty of affection praise and honor were outpoured

In the waste of His annointing- what was broken was left unrestored

But in going to the grave with Christ it became worth so much more

The waste of His annointing was no waste unto the Lord.

Mary's offering was her praise- what do we have to give?

Christ died and arose to give us life- how will we then live?

The bread that was His body and the wine that was His life

Were broken and spilled out for us as the final sacrifice!

We hold our precious treasures for our treasure is our self

When Jesus offers abundant life and everlasting wealth

If we break ourselves, pour out our lives, go to the grave with Him

He'll raise up a new creation -more than we ever could have been!

The worth of one who's worthy exceeds the treasures of the earth

While precious in the vessel, when broken has a greater worth

Will we offer up our bodies break and pour out our life

Holy and acceptable as a living sacrifice?

9-2-87

Romans 12:1-2

Anthony Foster