See what great love the Father has lavished on us...1 John 3:1
Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness. Lam.3:22-23
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness. Lam.3:22-23
Today, Lord let me recognize the alabaster flask I hold
Lowered from extravagant skies of purple mist and blushing gold
Wherein like precious ointment of great value, moments will reveal
The nature of my deepest love by at whose feet I come to kneel
And at what cost I prove the part that words alone do not disclose;
The sacred throne-room of the heart, and whose reign my devotion shows
Lord, pray Thee when today is spent; the alabaster flask of dawn
Broken, and its utter content of priceless love lavished upon
The feet of my Lord/lord You will say with kind and tender sympathy
'she has done all she could today to show her heart of love to me'
Or else, as too oft the case, Lord (and here ashamed, I bow my head)
Forgive me, where I dumbly poured love's perfume on myself instead
Today, Lord, grant me eyes to see Dawn's Alabaster Flask refilled
With mercy for humanity, before Worship's Spikenard is spilled
And lavished on the head and feet of that which I most dearly love
Where rationale of talk is cheap, as I my lord/lord and Master/master prove
By how the moments of today are perceived, measured and outpoured
Either to howls/jowls of dust and clay or with grateful praise to Thee, Lord
What love you lavish on us Lord; whether we love you in return
Or turn our backs upon your Word, grace shatters dusk's dust and ash Urn
And brushes eternity's brink with virgin hues beyond compare
The perfume of mercy runs pink-blue-gold through daybreak's supine air
Lord, before we start today's tasks and face the foes that vex faith's guard
Tune us to alabaster flasks where worship waits to spill its Nard
Janet Martin
Mark 14:1-9
Now the Passover and the Festival of Unleavened Bread were only two days away,
and the chief priests and the teachers of the law were scheming to arrest Jesus secretly and kill him.
2 “But not during the festival,” they said, “or the people may riot.”
3 While he was in Bethany, reclining at the table in the home of Simon the Leper,
a woman came with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume, made of pure nard.
She broke the jar and poured the perfume on his head.
4 Some of those present were saying indignantly to one another,
“Why this waste of perfume?
5 It could have been sold for more than a year’s wages[a]
and the money given to the poor.”
And they rebuked her harshly.
6 “Leave her alone,” said Jesus. “Why are you bothering her?
She has done a beautiful thing to me.
7 The poor you will always have with you,[b]
and you can help them any time you want.
But you will not always have me.
8 She did what she could.
She poured perfume on my body beforehand to prepare for my burial.
9 Truly I tell you, wherever the gospel is preached throughout the world,
what she has done will also be told, in memory of her.”