Perfumed Ointment

Isn't it enough for me,

When my precious Lord receives

Treasures I pour on His feet

As perfumed ointment?

 

Isn't it enough to give

My best exclusively for His

Sole enjoyment, then to kiss

With perfumed ointment?

 

It’s enough. That’s the answer

When I break as alabaster.

What I lavish on my Master

Is His essence.

 

written by: Carolyn-Elizabeth Roehrig   

 

            (inspired by preacher poet, Robert Fultz, when he posted, “Sometimes I wanna be like the alabaster box, broken and spilled out; lavished on Jesus!”)

Love Me Like This

 

You've heard me say,

"I'm going away-"

Please don't bereave

Your loss when I leave;

Open your heart

To what love imparts,

Freest treasure

In selfless measure.

I've been to you 

Life, the Way, and Truth-

Though I go home,

I won't leave you alone;

It's not pretend, 

I've promised to send-

Comfort and peace,

The Spirit in Me.

I know you yearn

For My soon return-

Be still and lend

Your heart while I spend

These precious last days

At My father's place.

I'll come; I will,

But for now, be still.

Love Me today,

I've shown you the way-

Come to the cross 

And there, count the cost.

Count what I see,

What's set before Me,

Count My joy! It's worth

More than gems on earth.

"If you loved Me, you would rejoice because I say, 'I am going to the Father.'"

-John 14:28

written by: Carolyn-Elizabeth Roehrig