In the house of Simon the leper
joyful chatter abound.
Suddenly enters this woman
in her hands a flask of alabaster
Not a word spoken
as all eyes on Jesus
the expensive oil drips down his head, face to the floor
"What a waste!" suddenly fills the air
"The money could have been spent in this and that way"
But Jesus quiets their exclaims with
"She prepared me for my burial"
"She will be remembered by this wherever the gospel is told"
We don't see things the way God does.
Lord, may we learn to see things in new ways.
may we waste our expensive oils on You.
Riana Odendaal
October 2019
(Matthew 26: 1- 13)
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