Alabaster Box
The room grew still
- 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 around 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 sin that had me bound
- And I spent my days
- Poured my life without measure
- Into a little treasure box
- I'd thought I'd found
- 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
- 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 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
- Oh you don't know the cost of my praise
- You don't know the cost of the oil
- In my alabaster box
Yuk duet bareng aku!
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