The Little White Box
The Little White Box
The alabaster box was made of precious stone.
For its flawless beauty, and honor it is known.
The contents enclosed, in this little white box:
Is sealed in perfection, as if it had locks!
Upon its opening scents saturate the room.
as a bouquet of roses, or expensive perfume!
In the hands of a woman, she was shameful we’re told.
Was an alabaster box, filled with ointments of old!
The ointment was rare, and treasured, behold!
And not to be wasted, yet, thought to be sold.
Now this woman stood at Jesus’ feet.
She wept like a baby, as if in defeat.
Image the tears, flowing from her eyes.
While washing his feet, between deep gasping sighs!
She dried off his feet, with the hairs of her head.
Her grateful affections could not be misread!
She broke open her box; the ointment she poured.
Anointing his feet, for she was restored!
For much she loved and forgiven for much:
The hand of Jesus, her heart did touch!
This little white box paints a pretty sweet picture.
Of a valuable treasure only found in scripture.
In its perfection, like a sleek stone:
Clothed in great honor, flawless he’s known.
He poured out his Spirit, as if it was ointment.
Expressing his love on the Day of Atonement!
The Alabaster Box was purposely chosen.
As Jesus’ Deity, through it was spoken!
She gave him the best, for Mercy revealed:
As his beloved, her fate was now sealed!
Yes! Liken unto that alabaster box:
The King is real strong and solid as rocks!
He is cloaked in majesty, draped in white.
His priceless fragrance, does always invite!
Written
1-6-14
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