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the Man
sat crosslegged
on a mat of
green reeds
the woman
gulped and
wept as she
broke the
beautiful bottle
and poured out the
oil of spikenard
(worth a year's wages)
onto the head
of the Man
grumbling from
the thief as he
saw the chance
for his fortune
running
down
the
beard
of
the
Man
he
valued
less
than
dust
but i set
these words
down in
rememberance
of this deed
for her
she valued Him
more than
her most prized
possession
more than her
own temple of flesh
she had perfumed
and so
she
prepared
the
Man
for
leaving
His
own.
in DEATH
soulsurvivor
(C) 8/17/2015
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
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the Man
sat crosslegged
on a mat of
green reeds
the woman
gulped and
wept as she
broke the
beautiful bottle
and poured out the
oil of spikenard
(worth a year's wages)
onto the head
of the Man
grumbling from
the thief as he
saw the chance
for his fortune
running
down
the
beard
of
the
Man
he
valued
less
than
dust
but i set
these words
down in
rememberance
of this deed
for her
she valued Him
more than
her most prized
possession
more than her
own temple of flesh
she had perfumed
and so
she
prepared
the
Man
for
leaving
His
own.
in DEATH
soulsurvivor
(C) 8/17/2015
I can just imagine
Jesus Christ on the cross
Inhaling that perfume as
He struggled to breathe
And thinking
"Thank you Mary..."
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