Karaoké Alabaster Box CeCe Winans

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

'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

So I've come to pour my praise on him

Like oil from Mary's alabaster box

So don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears

And I dry them with my hair

Hmm hmm hmm

'Cos 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

Not of this oil in my alabaster box

No one knows what you've been through

I can't forget the way life used to be

'Cos 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 thought I'd found

Oh

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

That's why I love him so much

To pour my praise on him like oil from Mary's

Mary's alabaster box

So don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears

And dry them

On the night

Jesus found me

You did not feel what I felt when he wrapped His love

You don't know

Jesus was there

Jesus was there

Jesus was there

You ooh

Not of this oil in my alabaster box

Come on let's worship him

Come on and give him glory

Mmh