CeCe Winans - Alabaster Box lyrics
[CeCe Winans - Alabaster Box lyrics]
Mm
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 oh
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 oh