The alabaster jar, brought for the anointing
A woman filled with scars, but broken at His feet
Her fragrant gift flowed out, A perfume made of tears
A sorrow for each day of the year
Her humbleness was seen
As she kissed the feet of the King

You are forgiven
As you have loved
Judge not another,
Lest ye be judged

You are forgiven
As you have loved
Judge not
Lest ye be judged

Pulling the purse strings like a thief, indignant at her offering
A man of status but filled with greed
Betrayal buried like a seed
A lie conspired in the land
Equals a lash from your own hand
He set his price and sealed his fate—
For 30 pieces of silver
Sold like a sheep outside the gate

You are forgiven
As you have loved
Judge not
Lest ye be judged

You are forgiven
As you have loved
Beware what fills your heart
The overflow will be
The overflow will be a flood

Your sins will be forgiven
With the measure you have loved
What you did to the least of these
You did to me

Your sins will be forgiven
If you have loved
Judge not
Lest ye be judged

She dried His feet and bowed her face
Beneath His luminescent grace
Mercy was her only plea
For 300 denarii
The broken sinner was set free