The room grew still as she made her way to Jesus
She stumbled through the tears that made her blind
she felt such pain, say unspoken anger
heard folks whisper, there’s no place here for her kind
still on she came, through the shame that blushed her face
until at last she knelt before His feet
and though she spoke no words
Every thing she said was heard
as she poured her love for the master
from her box of alabaster

I’ve come to pour my praise on Him like oil
from Mary’s alabaster box
please 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 with his loving arms around me and
You don’t know the cost of the oil in my alabaster box.

I can recall the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the chains that had be bound
I spent my days pouring life without measure into a little treasure box I thought I found
Until the day when Jesus came to me, and he healed my soul with the wonder of his touch
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.

I’ve come to pour my praise on Him like oil
from Mary’s alabaster box
Please 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 felt with his loving arms around me
and you don’t know the cost of the oil
No you don’t know the cost of my pain
No you don’t know the cost of the oil in my alabaster box.

lyrics sent by Paula J, compliments of NameThatHymn.com

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