“To Mary—Who Sat at Jesus’ Feet,” Ensign, Dec. 1982, 49
Your dark eyes never left His gentle face
As you sat listening near the Savior’s feet
While Martha’s hurried steps kept constant pace
With the rhythm of your heart’s excited beat.
Your sister’s call to serve was never heard,
You gave no thought to feasting or attire—
Your ears were strained to catch each precious word
As spirit burned within you like a fire.
You knew this was the moment you should seek
The needful things to fill your longing heart
And joy-tears must have trickled down your cheek
When He said you had chosen that good part.
Dear Mary, in your sweet, far-sighted way—
You teach us of priorities today.