Verse 1:

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

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'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 love all aorund 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 sins that had me bound

I spent all my days

And poured my life without measure

Into a little treasure box I thought I found

Until the day when Jesus came to me

And filled my soul with the wonder of his touch

So now Im giving back to him all the praise he's worthy of

I've been forgiven and that's why I love him so much



And 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.......my hair

You weren't there

The night Jesus 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

oohhhhhhhhhhhh

You don't know the cost of my praise

You don't know the cost of the oil in my alabaster box