Mary poured out her love offering.

Mary poured out her love offering. To many such love was a waste. Throughout all of the centuries Such lovers Your sweetness do taste. Precious lives and heart treasures, too Positions and golden futures Have been "wasted" on You, Lord, Your sweetness — a fragrance so sure. She took opportunity to love You, Lord, with her best. Like her, Lord, I too would pour my love and all that I have.

As I love You I set my being — My spirit, my soul and body — With my heart, my mind and my strength Absolutely on Thee. Lord, I let my entire being Be occupied by Thee. As I enter in Your heart I sense a fellowship sweet. Occupied and lost in You, my Lord, You're my everything. Fellowship so intimate; in spirit, Lord, I enjoy Thee.

Lord, there's none in heav'n nor on earth That I desire but Thee. Though my heart and flesh faileth, Lord, Thou ever my portion will be. All is vanity, all is dung — I count all other things loss. Everything else drains my love, But You have captured my heart. Lord I've seen Thy preciousness, Thy worth, Thy reality. Now, my Lord, I must confess, my heart is only for Thee.