Alabaster Box

ALABASTER BOX (CECI WINANS)

The room grew still →

As she made her way to Jesus  →

She stumbles to 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  ↓

Till 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 ↑

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 armsl 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 his worthy of

I’ve been forgiven

And that’s why I love Him so much!

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 hairs

You weren’t there the night he 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

In my alabaster box