That Deep Love of Mary

Lo

Mary gave You all she had

Released the sweet fragrance of nard;

Disciples cried

“What waste

this deed!”

But You carved it deep in Your heart.

She broke her flask

offered herself

Cared not for their viewpoint at all;

Her eyes

transfixed

saw just Yourself

By glorious beauty enthralled.

O Jesus

Jesus

gladly I’d

That deep love of Mary’s outpour

“Waste” all on You with  all  my might

No matter the cost

my dear Lord.

“Three hundred whole denarii!”

Some outraged

her act did decry;

But she

in tears

gave no reply;

She knew Your departure was nigh.

From head to toe

ointment flowed down;

She stooped

wiped Your feet with her crown

No thought

no hesitation

doubt—

Till every last drop was poured out.

I can’t pour oil whene’er I please;

Just while You still sit at the feast.

Before it’s gone

this chance I’ll seize

Upon You

sweet ointment release.

Though sometimes I’m fallen and low

Rebellious

rejecting and cold

If I just turn

what grace I know

And love that will not let me go!

Do I for self still harbor goals?

Do I for base gain still aspire?

Was ointment poured out just for show

Not truly for Your heart’s desire?

Lord

rid me of natural self.

I’d seek only You

all my days.

Completely break me

Lord

I pray

Till meet as Your vessel I’m made.