The Costly Oil

Never does it get easier
Never does it not sting
Never do the arrows
Cease to ravage heartstrings.

Never does this human
Get use to darkness so mean
For the cost indeed is heavy
And the oil brings weighty things.

If luxury is your language
This life is not for you
Where comfort cost you nothing
The cross you’ve not pursued.

If belonging has captured your heart near
And leaving is not your lot
Be sure your staying power
Is not from Calvary’s cross.

The oil anoints the pathway
One of a narrowed road
Where joy and sadness coexist
In a temple with human souls.

But when the call of the Master
Does ring on the telephone
The oil is seen as costly
When you follow Him, alone.