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 I cant 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 Id thought Id found Until the day when Jesus came to me And healed my soul With the wonder of His touch So now Im giving back to Him All the praise Hes worthy of Ive been forgiven And thats why I love Him so much 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 dry them with my hair (my hair) You werent there the night Jesus found me You did not feel what I felt When He wrapped his loving arms around me and You dont know the cost of the oil Oh, you dont know the cost of my praise You dont know the cost of the oil In my alabaster box youtu.be/o3U4kxuBfIo mit Sabine Bends ...
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