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
