She Sat at His Feet 

When He visited, she sat at His Feet.
She seemed to drink in His every word.
To her the sound was oh so sweet.
She recognized that He was the LORD.

She knew He loved them, so very much.
He had raised her brother from the dead.
His teachings and His life was such
That by it their very souls were fed.

Somehow she knew He would soon die,
Perfect sacrifice for the sin of all.
For His attention she did not vie;
But in worship at His feet did fall.

She had this perfume worth a year's pay.
She would anoint Him before His death,
Show her love and devotion in this way
Since the road to Calvary was His path.

May we, like her, sit at His feet
To worship, adore and truly love
The Lord of Life Who gave His all
'Til He takes us to His home above.


By Geneva Poynter

used with permission