Alabaster Box

	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