Who let this woman in,
Does He not know who she is?
I can't believe that she,
Would have the nerve to come here,
Anyhow,
Why is she letting her hair down,
Why is she kneeling on the ground?
Can you believe what she,
Is saying to Him now?

I'll wipe Your feet with my hair,
And pour my perfume everywhere,
I need to show how much I love you.
Please Lord hear my humble cry,
I know I deserve to die,
But I just needed You to know, how much I love you!

And Jesus said to the man,
Do you not know who I am?
I entered your house,
Yet you gave Me no water for My feet.
But she has wet My feet with tears,
And wiped them dry with her hair,
And so I say to her,
Your sins have been forgiven!

So wipe My feet with your hair,
And pour your perfume everywhere,
I need to show how much I love you!
The Lord has heard your humble cry,
And it is for those tears I die,
I just needed you to know,
How much I love you!

Words and Music by Leigh Ashmore Stephenson
Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved
Heavenknows Music BMI