Back in Bethany, while Jesus was in the house of Simon the leper, a woman came to him with an alabaster flask of most expensive perfume, and poured it on his head as he was at table.
An alabaster phial she broke - The prize of frugal years; The costly act her love bespoke - Her Master she reveres. Love's claims are hard to reconcile - The Teacher or the treasure? When reckless passion breaks the phial, His praise is truest measure.
Suspended on a suff'ring stake, Accounting love, not loss; His body broken for our sake, Impaled upon a cross. God's "alabaster" - love revealed, Oustretched, intense, eternal. Divine and human kinship healed At Calv'ry's fragrant kernel.
The redolence of brokenness Goes out from Calvary; That fragrancy of graciousness Now trapped, must be set free. The phials of self-sufficiency Destroyed by Love's presuming - His sweet bouquet at liberty A fetid world consuming.
The broken petal of the rose Imbues a wider sphere; From battered beauty fragrance flows - The sacrifice is dear. The incense of His loveliness Is only penetrating Through fragments of our brokenness And God's appropriating.