A woman came to Jesus with a box in her hand. Precious ointment it held- worth much in the land. The poor ( they were needy ) it could do so much good, But for her Saviour that day, she did all that she could. Chorus I'll do all that I can for you, Jesus, today. I'm waiting and willing, just show me the way. It's the least I can do, for you paid a great price That day on a hill-- a supreme sacrifice. Jesus sat and watched as the people cast in. He called His disciples, a work there had been. He watched as a poor widow did what she should, Holding nothing back, she gave all that she could. ( Chorus ) If we've turned from our ways and He's come in our life, If His blood has cleansed us from all sin and strife, Looking to Him, caring not about man, That desire must be there to do all that we can. ( Chorus ) By Karen Cox
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