Mary
She brought her alabaster flask Well-filled with precious nard; Nor did she deem the act a task, Nor look for great reward; She only thought of His great love, And felt her gift was small For Him who left His home above To suffer death for all. But her blest Lord more highly prized The loving heart that gave; For loveless gifts are e'er despised, Yet men oft seek to pave The way that leads to glory land With deeds devoid of grace; But only those who love can stand Approved before His face.
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"She brought her alabaster flask..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Joseph Horatio Chant delivers a powerful performance in "Mary"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...