Now at last the time had come
This moment had been waiting
With her alabaster jar
The woman came to give
It was all she had to give
Pouring out the sweet perfume
Down across His forehead
But some of them began to fume
What this waste was for
It should be spent upon the poor
Let her be, it's beautiful to me
You will have the poor
They'll be with you always
But can't you see, you'll not always have Me
The fragrance of her gift
Will always be remembered
She has done all she could do
Pouring perfume on My body
She has prepared Me for the tomb
Though she never knew
This is what she came to do
Let her be, it's beautiful to me
And you will have the poor
They'll be with you always
But can't you see, you'll not always have Me
The fragrance of her gift
Will always be remembered
What she has done will never fade
From the memory of the Gospel
When it is preached around the world
It will be spoken of
In memory of her love