The Lord sat quietly in a Pharisees house that day,
Waiting for the Spirit to lead a forgiven heart coming His way,
He knew one soul's destiny and patiently waited for her arrival,
A living illustration of worshipping God, that was undeniable.
A weeping woman, woman known for her sins,
Dared to enter where she was not invited in,
To all there she made the matter worse,
She began pouring perfume from a valuable box she burst.
The religious were standing around, and were offended,
"She is uninvited!", take her out, was what they intended,
"This spikenard she's pouring, the cost is expensive!
Could be used for the poor or elsewhere expended!"
Her nonstop tears continued dripping on His feet,
In her devotion, she began kissing His feet,
She applied the costly oil, and used her hair as a towel!
While the Pharisees, and disciples stood about with scowls!
Your looking at a uninhibited worshipper,
Where do we find them today?
Nothing stops or impedes this one,
Nothing stands in their way!
They don't see right or left, they look straight ahead,
Their focus is on the Lord, and not what anyone may have said,
Am I like those who stood around, despising what I see?
Do I see myself falling short, considering what He did for me?
Looking at her, I ask myself, in the spirit, what do I see?
The Lord silenced the religious and the disciples cries,
They missed the relevation, to see with spirit eyes.
They stood in unbelief, in what He had allowed,
Crying at His feet, pouring out her heart, in gratitude, her head bowed.
Mary was the uninvited guest,
In the midst of religious of her day,
She trespassed against convention,
She allowed the Holy Spirit to lead the way.
Your looking at a uninhibited worshipper,
Where do we find them today?
Nothing stops or impedes this one,
Nothing stands in their way!
They don't see right or left, they look straight ahead,
Their focus is on the Lord, and not what anyone may have said,
Am I like those who stood around, despising what I see?
Do I see myself falling short, considering what He did for me?
Looking at her, I ask myself, in the spirit, what do I see?
This story takes me to deep consideration sometimes to my shame,
Dare I dismantle my glory in front of all who could speak distain?
How much has He forgiven me, and how much has He forgiven you?
In my own realization, as a worshipper, am I true?
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