As I anoint You
With my vial of perfume
I long to savor
Every moment I’m with You
You’ve told me You’re Messiah
And I believe that it is true
So weeping, I’m anointing You
With my vial of perfume
As I anoint You
Bowing low to kiss Your feet
I realize I am nothing more
Than a beggar off the street
But You’ve told me that You love me
And You will cleanse me from my sin
So bowing, I’m anointing You
Won’t You make me whole again
We’ve heard the stories
Of the woman at the well
All her husbands, and the prostitutes
The adulteress, and the twelve
Have we forgotten it was our sin
Nailing Jesus to the tree
The woman, beggar, and the prostitute
It was me
