The Anointing

Behold: woman
Behold: woman of the city

Utility
Utility of her tears

When she poured out the perfume
The aroma filled the room
Tell the story and
Feel the fumes

She won't owe Him
She won't owe Him anymore
Her largest debt
Her largest debt was paid for

In her heart He folded
The written contract of mercy
To use the gasp of the wound
Completion will ensue

And,
Her sin was no more
Her sin was no more
Her sin was no more
Her sin was no more
Her sin was no more
Her sin was no more
Her sin was no more
Her sin was no more
Her sin was no more