Resurrection
She broke the alabaster box
And gently anointed his feet.
It did not matter about the cost,
Only her Lord’s welfare did she seek.
Another day and another box
Of ointment Mary carried to the tomb,
To anoint the body of the Lord
For his burial in a dark cold room.
No ointment was needed, that day in the tomb,
The stone had been rolled away.
Our Lord had arisen, and come forth once more.
Because He lives, we too have hope of Resurrection Day!
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