She, from whom seven demons he drove out,
now in devotion kneels at his feet;
with tears of love she blesses her dear Lord;
the house is filled with costly perfume sweet.
And then caresses with her hair, the man
who for her sake th'accusers took to task;
she caught in sin and by the crowd condemned,
yet none so sinless the first stone to cast.
In time to Bethany’s home the master comes
where busy Martha seeks without delay
to please, yet Mary with her Lord remains
and listening serves in much the better way.
She follows her dear Lord to Calvary
and by the cross in faithful vigil spends
his three sad hours of torment, pain and death;
the nails and spear his sacred body rends.
Alone and early that first Easter morn,
the stone rolled back, the tomb an empty space,
with hope she looks into the gardener’s eyes,
he speaks her name; she sees her saviour’s face.
O Mary, help us listen at his feet,
he who your fallen dignity restored;
lifted from sin, forgiven and set aright
like you to witness to the risen Lord.
Ben Heffer
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