She Hath Done What She Could

In the midst of the noise and the happy occasion
There was just one kneeling there in adoration
Tears softly flowed as the ointment she poured,
On His head,on His feet,of her Saviour and Lord.

chorus:
She hath done what she could,
And the work it is good.
Precious oil,pure and sweet,
She hath poured at my feet.
For my death she prepared,
In my sorrow she shared,
She hath done,she hath done what she could.

There were some that would scorn,
They would try to give her blame,
He spoke the Word,
She had come to praise His name.
Her worship went on
As the fragrance filled the air,
And the glory of God
Filled the hearts of each one there.

So,dear saint,as you walk
With this wicked world about,
Sin crowding in.
Many voices screaming out,
Be not dismayed,
Keep your eyes upon the Lord.
Let your life,pure and clean,
Praise our God,in heav'n adored.


Mar 14:8  "She hath done what she could"