Alabaster Box - Poem

This poem combines the stories of the women who broke their alabaster boxes in order to shower their affection on Jesus (see Mark 14 and Luke 7) and shows how these events relate to the cross. Jesus was broken and poured out just like the alabaster box. He was crushed for our peace and healing. Now we can release His fragrance to a world in need.

A sinful woman came into the room

No one expected what she would do

She counted the cost

Broke the box

Filling the house with her affection

Though she got looks from every direction

The perfume, worth more than a year’s wages

The disciples scoffed, “Why would you waste this!”

Washing Jesus’ feet with her tears

Repenting in her heart for all the sinful years

Wiping His feet with her hair

As the fragrance of the perfume filled the air

Pouring the perfume on His head

Preparing Jesus for burial

Though all around her were adversarial

Then Jesus told the pharisee a parable

But it’s not quite a riddle

Whoever has been forgiven less

Loves little

The great love she showed

Was in response to the forgiven debt she owed

Accused for her act of surrender

But she let Jesus defend her

“She has done a beautiful thing to Me

Leave her alone

Let her be”

He told the woman

“Your faith has saved you

Go in peace”

Now what she did will be told wherever the gospel is preached

He was also accused while on the tree

His sacrifice for all to see

His body broken on the cross

His love poured out

His life the cost

See, He’s our alabaster box

The punishment on Him brought us peace

Yes, let the fragrance of His healing release

Peace.