I often reflect on the story of when Mary, sister of Martha and Lazarus, anointed Jesus with her costly spikenard.
Did she realize her act of love was the King of King’s prophetic anointing that day?
He said simply, “She did what she could.”
Words I would like to hear Him say.
Here’s a bit of a poem I wrote in memory of what Mary did.
Do What You Can
Mary’s love in that hour, symbolically shown
Was much more than she could have known.
Anoint the Anointed—What a heavenly thought!
He was everything she had ever sought.
She began at the top of His head
And, pouring all, bent down at His feet.
Do it, dear Mary, please do it
Pour it all out on Him
Lavish your best, spare not a drop
Your love is the fragrance that gladdens His heart.
It’s love for love, so do what you can
Give the King the love He is due
And, Mary, you can fill the world with the scent of it too