Lord, once an ill famed woman
So many years ago
Had washed Your precious feet with tears
Because she loved You so
May I too have the privilege
Of kneeling at Your feet
And in such gratitude as she had
Jesus, may I weep
And may my tears be many
May this well never dry
But gush forth living waters
As at Your feet I cry
Lord, and this woman humbly
Used her hair Your feet to dry
Not caring who was watching
Or who was passing by
Lord, may my hair be worthy
To dry the tears away
This hair which You have given
As a covering when I pray
For this hair is my glory
Which You’ve given graciously
But gladly I would rather
That Your glory be in me
Lord, and Your feet with ointment
She anointed with great care
Its costly, fragrant perfume
Completely filled the air
Not one drop did she spare, Lord
She gave it all to You
She knew that You had something
That she badly wanted too
Lord, may the prayers I utter
The way I live each day
Give off such fragrant perfume
Before Your throne, I pray
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