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

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