Alabaster Box - CeCe Winans

The room grew stillAs she made her way to JesusShe stumbled through the tears that made her blindShe felt such painSome spoke in angerHeard folks whisperThere's no place here for her kindStill on she cameThrough the shame that flushed her faceUntil at last, she knelt before his feetAnd though she spoke no wordsEvery tear she she shed was heardAs she poured her love for the MasterFrom her box of AlabasterChorus:And I've come to pourMy praise on Him-like oilFrom Mary's alabasterboxDon't be angry if I wash His feet with my tearsAnd dry them with my hairYou weren't there-the night He found meYou did not feel what I feltWhen He wrapped His loving arms around meAnd you don't know the costOf the oil in my alabaster boxI can't forgetThe way life used to beI was a prisonerTo the sins that had me boundI spent my daysPoured my life-without measureInto a little treasure boxI thought I had foundUntil the day-when Jesus came to meAnd healed my soulWith the wonders of-His loveSo now I'm giving back to HimAll the praise He's worthy ofI've been forgivenAnd that's whyI love Him so muchRepeat Chorus