I will give what I have

(It was on the Wednesday of Holy Week that the story of the woman who anointed Jesus occurred).

From a high, secret shelf, I take what I hid myself -

perfume, precious and rare, never meant to spill or spare.

This I'll carefully break, this I'll empty for his sake:

I will give what I have to my Lord.

Though the action is crude, it will show my gratitude

for the truth that I've learned from the one who's heaven-sent;

for this life once a mess which his beauty can express,

I will give what I have to my Lord.

With his critics around, common gossip will abound.

They'll note all that they see to discredit him and me.

Let them smirk, let them jeer, say what people want to hear;

I will give what I have to my Lord.

It's because he'll receive, that I believe

God has time for the poor. He has shown us heaven's door.

Be it perfume and care, be it anger or despair,

I will give what I have to my Lord.