Alabaster Box

The room grew still As she made her way to Jesus She stumbled through the tears that made her blind She felt such pain, some spoke in anger Hurt folks whispered there's no place here for your kind But still she came through the shame that flashed 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 And I spent my life Pouring my life without measure Into a little treasure box I thought I had found Oooh ooooh Until the day when Jesus came to me And healed my soul with the wonder of his 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 The night Jesus found me though you did not feel what I felt when he wrapped his loving arms around me And you don't the cost of the oil, oil no You don't know the cost of my praise You don't know the cost of the oil in my alabaster box Oh, in my box