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 loving arms
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
I spent my days
Poured my life
Without measure
Into a little
Treasure box
I thought
I 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 I dry them
With my hair
You weren't there
The night Jesus
Found me
You did not feel
What I felt
When He wrapped
His loving arms
All 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