Sunday, May 22, 2011

Costly Perfume

Costly Perfume
by Melissa Campbell
I am weak and broken
I wonder at his scent--cedar, cinnamon and something else
I hear the sucking of their breath
I see a man who loves the least of these
I want to lay at his feet
I am weak and broken

I pretend I never knew the others
I feel no shame in baring my head
I touch my lips to dust-covered God feet
I worry I have only me to give
I cry as he lifts my face to his
I am weak and broken

I understand he paid in full
I say it is too much, but I will wait
I dream of catching the wind
I try to breathe, but only break
I hope it lingers, the mix of our perfume
I am weak and broken

Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. ~ John 12:3 (NIV)

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  1. Melissa, how often we – read I – worry too much about how I might look when we – read I – bow down to worship at the feet of our master, or anything else for that matter. You captured it here, this "nobody" of a woman who Jesus said would be remembered throughout all time – and was. She was weak and broken – and we are weak and broken – I always heart your words – and I hearted this today. Thank you Melissa – and God bless and keep you and every one of yours.

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  3. when we are weak and broken and at His feet..I think of my tears as the is all I can give sometimes...beautiful Melissa:)


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