Karaoké Alabaster Box CeCe Winans
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Tonalité identique à l'original : Fa♯, La♭
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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
Informations
Rendu célèbre par CeCe Winans
Compositeur : Janice Sjostran
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Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Alabaster Box rendu célèbre par CeCe Winans