She took her hair and dried her tears
That fell upon His feet
My how she loved her Master so
Her reputation less than pure
But only He could see
Her tears were for the day they'd lay Him low
Then o'er His head she held a vessel
Filled with sweet perfume
An exorbitant price but she breaks the box
And its fragrance fills the room
What love, love that has no price
Asking nothing in return
The kind you give and don't think twice
What love, never holding one thing back
Such love that she would give the best she had
What love
From a precious little baby
To a man of thirty-three
Down through the years He watched Him grow
From a little town called Bethlehem
On to Calvary
And up that lonely hill He watched Him go
What He felt inside His broken heart
God only knows
When the hammer struck the vessel broke
Then came that precious flow
What love, love that has no price
Asking nothing in return
The kind you give and don't think twice
What love, never holding one thing back
Such love that He would give the best He had
What love, never holding one thing back
Such love that He would give the best He had
What love