To Mary—Who Sat at Jesus’ Feet
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“To Mary—Who Sat at Jesus’ Feet,” Ensign, Dec. 1982, 49

To Mary—Who Sat at Jesus’ Feet

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.