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.

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.

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.

So, dear saint, as you walk
In 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.

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.

Mark 14:1-9

Julia Montoro