Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Broken and Spilled out

The Setting:
It is two days before Passover and the
chief priests and the scribes are plotting
how to kill Jesus, but, "not during the 
festival, lest there be a riot."

The Scene:
Jesus reclining before a low table laden
with food. "There came a woman with
an alabaster vial of very costly perfume
of pure nard; and she broke the vial and
poured it over his head." (Mark 14:1-3)

A woman
A vial of Nard
The breaking
Anointed for burial

The Song:

One day a plain village woman
Driven by love for her Lord
Recklessly poured out a valuable essence
Disregarding the scorn.

And once it was broken and spilled out
     A fragrance filled all the room,
Like a prisoner released from
     his shackles
Like a spirit set free from the tomb.

Broken and spilled out
Just for love of you, Jesus.
God's most precious treasure
     lavished on me.
Broken and spilled out
And poured at your feet,
In sweet abandon,
Let me be spilled out
and used up for Thee.

Lord, you were God's precious treasure
In love His own perfect Son
Sent here to show me the love
     of the Father,
Just for love it was done.

And though You were perfect and holy,
You gave up yourself willingly.
You spared no expense for my pardon.
You were used up and wasted for me.

Broken and spilled out
Just for love of me, Jesus.
God's most precious treasure,
     lavished on me.
Broken and spilled out,
    and poured at my feet,
In sweet abandon, Lord
You were spilled out and used up
     for me.
(By Steve Green)

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