Alabaster Box

The room grew still

As she made her way to Jesus

She 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 Master

From her box of alabaster

And I've come to pour

My praise on him

Like 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 felt

When 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 found

Until the day when Jesus came to me

And 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

And I've come to pour

My praise on him

Like 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 felt

When 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