Verse 1:
The tree of myrrh is full of tears
That only come forth when bruised
But the fragrant life that wounding brings
Is born on the wings of Good News
Verse 2:
O, The myrrh, when hardened, must be crushed
Before the fragrance can rise,
My blinded heart must be made dust
So Father open my eyes.
Verse 3:
Lord, take my wounded heart and make
A fragrance out of the pain.
I give my life, a sacrifice,
Bring fruit from this harvest of grain.
Chorus:
Anoint my heart for burial,
That I might walk in true life.
Anoint my heart for burial
Release the fragrance of Christ.
O Lord, fill me with life, let it pour
O Lord, use me, then fill me with more.
Anoint me with oil.
O, oh, anoint me with oil of Your presence.
Anoint me with oil.
Anoint me with oil.
Anoint me with oil.