Upon You Pour Out All

 

(Tune: I Love You Lord But With No Love of Mine)

1 All that I have dear Lord, I’d offer You.
Though it seems far too small,
How could I ever give enough to You?
From my heart, pour out all.
I’ve seen Your value, treasure You, Your worth.
What could compare? No greater joy on earth!

2 I touched You Lord, my life forever changed!
My love for You, was gained!
Then You spoke to me, what to me seemed strange,
Your Body You proclaimed!
“If you are loving them, You’re loving Me
Each member precious, they are my Body.”

3 “Now spend your life on them, for they are Me.
And do not count the cost.
Take none for granted, or treat carelessly,
You then would honor Me.
They’re My beloved, by My blood they’re bought,
They are My bride for which I long have sought.”

4 Your mercy Lord has kept me all these years,
You’ve watched for me and prayed.
And through Your Body, You have rendered care,
To love You more today.
Countless the ways they’ve poured out, to self died,
That I could know You, Your love magnified.

Author: Judy Godshall, Bob Brenneman

Background: After reading Luke 10:38-42, John 12:1-8, we were so touched that although the Lord had spoken to the disciples a number of times concerning His imminent death, none of them seemed to “get it”, only Mary, as she sat at Jesus’ feet and listened to His word, only she realized what He was saying. She treasured the Lord and to her, He was worthy of all that she could offer, so she poured out all that she had upon Him – a pound of expensive ointment made from pure nard. I was particularly touched by the Lord’s response to the indignant disciples, “Leave her alone; she has reserved it for the day of My burial.” Only Mary grasped the opportunity, she did what she could with what she had, and to the Lord, this was her best!

In Matthew 26:6-13, Mark 14:3-9, and Luke 7:36-39 speak of an unnamed woman who brings an alabaster box of expensive ointment. Matthew speaks of her pouring it upon His head. In Mark & Luke, she stands behind the Lord weeping. The Lord’s feet became wet with her tears, which she wiped with her hair. She then kissed His feet and anointed them with the costly, precious ointment. I started to think about these portions of the Word, and then I thought of Psalm 133 and how the ointment flowed down from the head, to the skirts of his garments, which signified His Body. I put this psalm together with the outpouring in these verses and John 12. I also thought of Matt. 25:35-40 in which the King, in verse 40, says, “Inasmuch as you have done it to one of these, the least of My brothers, you have done it to Me.”

My thought was, “Lord, I love You, and though I never feel that I have so much, my heart is that I want to waste myself upon You, with whatever I have. Lord, I would like to pour out my “best”, whatever that may be, upon You!”
His response to me was a reminder of His Body – of both the saints throughout the generations, and of the saints with whom He has placed me. In countless ways, they have poured out their lives so that I can love the Lord today. I realized that what He was saying was, “My Body and I are one. “Be poured out upon My Body. When you love and honor My Body, when you pour yourself out upon My many members, in reality, you are loving, honoring, and pouring yourself out upon Me.” Thank You Lord for Your speaking, and thank You for Your care to me through Your Body. May I too spend and be spent upon others, as others have spent themselves upon me.