Alabaster Box Lyrics

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The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbled through the tears that made her blind
She felt such pain
Some spoke in anger
Heard folks whisper
There's no place here for her kind
Still on she came
Through the shame that flushed her face
Until at last, she knelt before his feet
And though she spoke no words
Every tear she she shed was heard
As she poured her love for the Master
From her box of Alabaster

Chorus:
And I've come to pour
My praise on Him-like oil
From Mary's alabasterbox
Don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears
And dry them with my hair
You weren't there-the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When He wrapped His loving arms around me
And you don't know the cost
Of the oil in my alabaster box

I can't forget
The way life used to be
I was a prisoner
To the sins that had me bound
I spent my days
Poured my life-without measure
Into a little treasure box
I thought I had found
Until the day-when Jesus came to me
And healed my soul
With the wonders of-His love
So now I'm giving back to Him
All the praise He's worthy of
I've been forgiven
And that's why
I love Him so much

Repeat Chorus

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The room grew still  
As she made her way to Jesus  
She stumbled through the tears that made her blind  
She felt such pain  
Some spoke in anger  
Heard folks whisper  
There's no place here for her kind  
Still on she came  
Through the shame that flushed her face  
Until at last, she knelt before his feet  
And though she spoke no words  
Every tear she she shed was heard  
As she poured her love for the Master  
From her box of Alabaster  
  
Chorus:  
And I've come to pour  
My praise on Him-like oil  
From Mary's alabasterbox  
Don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears  
And dry them with my hair  
You weren't there-the night He found me  
You did not feel what I felt  
When He wrapped His loving arms around me  
And you don't know the cost  
Of the oil in my alabaster box  
  
I can't forget  
The way life used to be  
I was a prisoner  
To the sins that had me bound  
I spent my days  
Poured my life-without measure  
Into a little treasure box  
I thought I had found  
Until the day-when Jesus came to me  
And healed my soul  
With the wonders of-His love  
So now I'm giving back to Him  
All the praise He's worthy of  
I've been forgiven  
And that's why  
I love Him so much  
  
Repeat Chorus

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