THE ALABASTER BOX

Child of My love, the fragrance of your offering

Rises to My Throne as I am glorified in you;

Painful obedience will always bring My blessings

Hearts that are faithful  will always find Me true.

 

Alabaster box of precious, spikenard ointment

Smells no sweeter to Me than the perfume of your life;

Gladly I receive this token of your love Child,

Mindful of your pain, I share the tears, the strife.

 

Lean on My Breast as I seek to lead you higher -

Deeper than you’ve known into My healing Heart of love;

From that blessed place, compassion new I’ll give you,

Gentleness and care rest on you from above.

 

Child of My love, together we will work and heal,

Vessels that are purified are ready for My use;

Trust for the future - My purpose I’m outworking,

Hearts I will unite, and lives and wills I’ll fuse.

                                                                                       Pam Worsey