Alabaster Box

In alabaster poured, a prophecy untold,
Mary’s act of love, more precious than gold. 
Broken like the flask, His body shall be, 
Yet from death’s grasp, He’ll rise, set us free. 

Fragrance fills the air, His sacrifice divine,  
Christ’s eternal love, through ages will shine.  
For us, He gave all, a sweet-smelling savor,  
His life, a gift, in His grace, we favor.