I have an Alabaster jar. It means nothing.
I pour it out.
He is worthy.
Others wonder. Question. Criticize.
But I don’t care.
It is the world who mocks.
They say what I give away is something. Important.
Yet it means nothing.
I have all I need.
Him……Only Him.
I imagine His feet.
His hands.
His eyes as He receives my gift with love.
I owe Him nothing. My debt He paid.
Overwhelmed by His grace.
I stand in the shadows, not shouting to be seen. I just hunger for my Savior & long to sit as His feet.
He has paid all my debts. Now nothing I owe.
I pour out the oil, the oil the world adores.
How can we put a price on things unseen….like we do on oil, clothes, and other things.
He bought me my life, a debt I could never pay.
And when He hung on that cross, I was instantly forgave!
Freedom. Freedom.
For freedom I was set free.
I take what I have & give back to Him freely.
My life isn’t my own.
Of me, I have nothing I possess.
I pour the oil slowly & his feet I caress.
For was custom back then was to honor a king. They took of the oil & anointed the esteemed.
So I say as I kneel before the only worthy one.
You are my King. The anointed. My esteemed.
No other God could offer such grace or pay a man‘s dept by the life He gave.
No other has the power to take one’s sins away.
Now, I stand.
Renewed.
Released.
Restored…..Because Jehovah Rapha, the healer of my soul.
My humble God.
My faithful friend.
My steadfast Redeemer to the end.
He found me, yes, He found me. Of His mercy I abound. And for the sake of His glory
….I simply pour my oil out.
