She did not sit under the oak to hear the preacher
Her way of life does not make her seek the miracle man
“This is good speech, though”, she thought
As she heard Jesus address the crowd
Not far from the oak.

“All those Pharisees need to get this into their brain
They just flaunt their belly and chasm around Jerusalem’s streets
This guy will beat them to it”, she scorned
As she heard Jesus address the crowd
Not far from the oak

Suddenly her mind was no longer wandering as it has
Her attention was gulping down every word of the preacher
“Can all these be really true”, she thought
As she heard Jesus address the crowd
Not far from the oak

The first tickle of tear and another and another and another
“There is a fragrance about this man, I can’t resist His wisdom
Something is happening to me”, she thought
As she heard Jesus address the crowd
Not far from the oak

The crowd dispersed and the preacher with the multitude
“How can I repay? What do I do now? What is next in line?
I believe, Lord! Don’t leave me here!” she thought
As she saw Jesus go with the crowd
Not far from the oak

She has never felt forgiveness all her life before
The joy and peace now in her heart would overwhelm her
“I feel so different and free!”, she thought
As she said her first prayer to God at home
Not far from the oak

All she has to give was her gain from harlotry
That is all she can give for that is all she has
“I’ll buy him perfume of pure nard”, she thought
As she longed for Jesus in her house
Not far from the oak

She filled the house of the Pharisee with her thanksgiving
The smell of pure nard filled everywhere there
“Now, Lord, I’m so grateful”, she thought
As she knelt behind Jesus in that house
Not far from the oak!