|
The room grew still |
|
As she made her way to |
|
JesusShe stumbles 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 |
|
Everything she said was heard |
|
As she poured her love for the |
|
MasterFrom her box of alabaster |
|
RefrainAnd |
|
I've come to pour |
|
My praise on |
|
HimLike oil from |
|
Mary's alabaster box |
|
Don't be angry if |
|
I wash his feet with my tears |
|
And I dry them with my hair |
|
You weren't there the night |
|
He found me |
|
You did not feel what |
|
I feltWhen he wrapped his love all 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 sin that had me bound |
|
And I spent my days |
|
Poured my life without measure |
|
Into a little treasure box |
|
I'd thought |
|
I'd foundUntil the day when |
|
Jesus came to me |
|
And healed my soul |
|
With the wonder of |
|
His touchSo now |
|
I'm giving back to |
|
HimAll the praise |
|
He's worthy of |
|
I've been forgiven |
|
And that's why |
|
I love Him so much |
|
RefrainAnd |
|
I've come to pour |
|
My praise on |
|
HimLike oil from |
|
Mary's alabaster box |
|
Don't be angry if |
|
I wash his feet with my tears |
|
And dry them with my hair (my hair) |
|
You weren't there the night |
|
Jesus found me |
|
You did not feel what |
|
I feltWhen |
|
He wrapped his loving arms around me and |
|
You don't know the cost of the oil |
|
Oh, you don't know the cost of my praise |
|
You don't know the cost of the oil |
|
In my alabaster box |
