Gospel Lyrics VIII

This is by far one of Cece Winans' best songs. One of those songs that will make you cry when you hear it. Taken from her release, "Alabaster Box."

VERSE 1
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

CHORUS
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

VERSE 2
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 pouring 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

CHORUS
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, my hair
You weren't there the night Jesus 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 Oh, you don't know the cost of my praise
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my Alabaster Box.