Lord God, Six days before his death, your son sat with Lazarus, Whom he had raised from the dead, And ate dinner with his friends.
Once again, your gospel tells us, Martha served, And Mary knelt at Jesus’ feet To anoint them with costly perfume. The disciple who was about to betray him Said that it was a waste.
He didn’t care about the poor, really – He just wanted to fill his own pockets And make Mary feel ashamed.
Lord God, Often we cannot discern what is best: When to pour out costly perfume for your sake, Even if the world thinks it a waste.
When to be busy serving, Or when to rest at your Son’s feet and learn. Give us ears to hear you and eyes to see. For the sake of your Son, Jesus Christ.