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The Night Before
Before his arrest Jesus stayed at Simon's house,
and those three, He, Simon and Lazarus
were tossing funny stories around about.
Mary, who journeyed with a large vat of perfume,
from her house to Simon's on a hot afternoon,
thought the moment perfect for what would come soon.
They thought her foolish, wasting an expensive oil,
as she poured it over our precious Lord and Savior,
washing his feet, a labor of love, not toil.
Her beautiful hair served as his absorbing towel,
soothing the soft skin of his weary feet with fragrance,
Mary's hair and the feet of our lord, Immanuel.
Will the fragrance linger beyond tomorrow,
when a new day finds him bound, beaten and betrayed,
will Mary's gift of rare fragrance comfort his sorrow?
and when Jesus is hanging upon those heavy beams
will the fragrance in Mary's hair remind her
of the Master's wisdom and miraculous deeds?
The night before his arrest...
a leper, a dead man, and a whore...
I am reminded of a question
Jesus once asked the multitude...
Who would love God more?