Im awake now and Ive rewatched this. These are the first two verses that she sang. Their stories move me: the journeys, the waiting, the gifts they gave. If I could only give that much. Alabaster Box, CeCe Winans. 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 Theres 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 Refrain And Ive come to pour My praise on Him Like oil from Marys alabaster box Dont be angry if I wash his feet with my tears And I dry them with my hair You werent there the night He found me You did not feel what I felt When he wrapped his love all around me and You dont know the cost of the oil In my alabaster box.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 18:19:56 +0000
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