Oh how You shunned not the sinner
That's what they called her
While the religious people looked down on her
You invited her worship
Oh how pure was her breaking of the precious alabaster jar
She released it in utmost love and adoration for You
And oh how honorable was it in your sight
Because she is Your first love and Your daughter, and she knew that
She saw Your eyes burning with passion and love for her
In the midst of cold judgement
So unashamed she approached Your humble heart of mercy
What seemed scandalous to many
Was sincere and pure to You
Your grace kept her perfume lingering through time
That's what they called her
While the religious people looked down on her
You invited her worship
Oh how pure was her breaking of the precious alabaster jar
She released it in utmost love and adoration for You
And oh how honorable was it in your sight
Because she is Your first love and Your daughter, and she knew that
She saw Your eyes burning with passion and love for her
In the midst of cold judgement
So unashamed she approached Your humble heart of mercy
What seemed scandalous to many
Was sincere and pure to You
Your grace kept her perfume lingering through time
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