Master There is Still More!
As people filled the hall Mary trembled at the door
Holding tight the fragile jar that held her treasure store
Her eyes ran searching, looking close as she softly crossed the floor
Then with the box of alabaster came and stood behind the Lord
She broke the seal and on his head perfumed oil began to pour
The crowd fell silent as the fragrance gently filled the air
“Why this waste?” one man exclaimed why not feed the poor?
But Mary looked up to His face and said “Master, there is still more!”
Then effortlessly with a joy she knelt to wash his feet
And wiped them with her hair then smiled her worship now complete
But with righteous indignation soon the people harshly asked
Just think of all that we could buy with the spikenard from that flask!
But Mary only paused to fix her wet and loosened hair
Then waited calmly at His feet by the broken empty jar
And in response her Master said that they’d always have the poor
Who could be fed on any day yet, they would not have Him much more
So tell this story always of how she has blessed her Lord
When she poured her perfume on my head
“Master there is still more!”