Текст песни
I know the cost better than most
I'm growing tired of running off just fish and loaves
This ain't cheap staying afloat
We've been out fishing but who's gonna pay for the boat
I was counting the purse when she walked in
Holding all my answered prayers in the palm of her hand
Sweet perfume such a high price
This could help the cause and my coffers both at the same time
But she spent it at His feet
What a waste to let it all go
Emptied your pockets and now you've got nothing to show
What a waste to pour it all out
Will it be worth it not knowing how this all turns out
What a waste
Hosanna choirs chanting His name
He could be king if He'd just play the game
Oh the people's Messiah
All part of the plan
Surely He knows all the power that He holds in His hands
But He bent to wash our feet
What a waste to let it all go
How could You give up Your glory by stooping so low
What a waste to pour it all out
Will it be worth it not knowing how this all turns out
What a waste
Thought I'd bank on the promise He made
But I won't follow Him down to His grave
Maybe He wants to give up His life
But I'll hedge my bets with a kiss in the night
I've got too much to lose
I've made too many plans
So I'll cut all my losses with blood on my hands
Thought I'd walk with my silver and not look behind
But I can't shake the look in His eyes
What a waste to let it all go
Filled up my pockets but I was just sellin' my soul
What a waste now time's running out
This earthly treasure can't buy me the peace I need now
What a waste