Don Francisco - Beautiful To Me

And I don't know just how this woman got into the room.
But you couldn't miss her gaudy clothes and her strong and sweet
perfume.
She went straight to Jesus' feet and stopped and stood right there.
Then cried and wet His feet with tears and dried them with her hair.

Now of all the women in my town none was more well known.
For the flagrant sins she'd lived in and the wickedness she'd sown.
But He didn't move to stop her -- it seemed this prophet couldn't tell,
That the woman who was touching Him was the kind they buy and sell.

And I had no idea just what this Jesus planned to do
When he said "Simon, there's something I need to say to you."
So I said "Teacher, if it's on your mind then tell me what you will."
But as He began to speak to me the room grew quickly still.

He said "Take a good look at this woman now, in spite of all her fears,
She's kissed me and anointed me and washed my feet with tears.
She's honored me and you've been only rude to me instead.
You gave no kiss of greeting nor anointing for my head."

And her sins were red as scarlet and now they're washed away.
The love and faith she's shown is all the price she has to pay.
For the depth of God's forgiveness, it's more than you can see,
And in spite of what you think of her, she's beautiful to me."

Now my anger flamed to hatred, I wanted nothing more
Than to take this prophet by the throat and throw Him out the door.
To act like God, forgiving sins, and then speak so to me.
This itinerant from Nazareth - and backed with Galilee.

But instead I sat and trembled, shaken to the core.
The woman still was weeping as she knelt there on the floor.
Jesus turned to her, said "Your chains have been released -
Your faith has saved you from your sins, rise - walk in peace."