A Poem on Matthew 26:6-13

The Son of Man nears the tree,
knowing the sorrow in store;
His glory stripped, He walked as we,
deity shown in fruit that he bore.

The woman is brought to the feet of our Lord,
humbled and eager to praise.
She brings forth her finest and best to bestow,
unto Him all the honor she gave.

Christ brought low and thus lifted high,
this the strange story of our King.
His flesh made for us an offering of grace,
His glory eternal shall ring.

The woman pours all that she has,
exaltation emptied to the dregs.
The Savior covered in a display of love,
and she in mercy for which he bled.

"Waste!" cried they, who looked on with shame,
"This offering should profit the poor!"
But The Lamb Himself for the poor would be slain,
To pay a price no man could afford.

Christ brought low and thus lifted high,
this the strange story of our King.
His flesh made for us an offering of grace,
His glory eternal shall ring.

The Shepherd is quick to defend His sheep
for her bold and beautiful act,
Christ's time in this world precious and passing,
but we can always help those in lack.

His body prepared for burial now,
He commemorates His servant's devotion.
This story of old, to be faithfully told,
Everywhere that the Scriptures are opened.

Christ brought low and thus lifted high,
This the strange story of our King.
May we offer praise wrought by His grace,
Of his glory we forever will sing.