Why Don’t You Sell and Give to the Poor?

That nard, I can’t believe she broke
It all right there, wiped on His feet
That woman dared to waste it all
It could be sold, it could be food
Fine words as true as Elihu
But said as he with Satan’s stress
So, if you care, then why consort
With those who heard that Me you’ll find
In the same poor
—And then want Me to die?


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