With courage born of deep humility you came to
Simon's house,
Where Jesus, as the honored guest, reclined upon
a couch
Partaking of meat with Simon and his friends.
You must have known how stern and rigid was the law
With women of your kind;
That none dared seek admittance to such a noble place.
Nevertheless you came and no one stopped you.
You had met Jesus before—the record says so.
That time he'd cast seven devils from your
disturbed mind
And filled it with a peace that you'd not known
before.
you felt the touch of love, not that which is
another word for passion,
But pure compassion reaching out to heal and bless.
Then, for the first time, you saw your true and
sinless selfhood
And your whole being was transformed: you'd
found the Christ.
Was it not gratitude for this new birth that gained you
free admittance
And swept away the barriers at Simon's house?
Nothing can stop Love.
Kneeling at Jesus' feet, you poured out love in tears
of reformation
And with the precious ointment proved your consecration.
And your reward: the Master's commendation to Simon,
"She loved much."
