Pamala Stanley: Music and Lyrics

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Sandra absolutely loved this song and I get chills everytime I hear her sing it...she does it so amazingly well.

Alabaster Box

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 them whisper "There's no place here for her kind"

Still on she came through the shame that flushed her face

til 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

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

Did not feel what I felt when he wrapped his love all around me

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

Verse 2:

I can't forget the way life used to be I was a prisoner to the sins that had me bound

I spent my days,  poured my life without measure

Into a little treasure box I thought I found

Until the day when Jesus came to me

Healed 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

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