She pours oil on my head
From her alabaster box
As the tears role down her face
Jesus says she washing
my head with oil
As she held on to her box
The sweetest perfume
Touch not only Jesus
People around him
Watch and say Ah!
She washing Jesus head with her oil
As the wetness from her tears touch him
He was though as a feeling of kindness
Lay on his heart form her oil.
Oh sweet Jesus how I love you so
Because of my heart
I choose to wash your head
You have been touch by the
Oil of my Alabaster box
As I prepare you for your burial
This sweetness of perfume
Not only have I given!
But to receive your blessing
A touch of this alabaster
Will give me the peace within my heart
Because I have seen the light in you
So you are my Alabaster box
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