Alabaster Box
The room grew stillas she made her way to JesusShe stumbles through the tearsthat made her blind
She felt such pain,some spoke in angerHeard folks whisper,there's no place here for her kind.
Still on she came,through the shame that flushed her faceUntil at last she knelt before His feet.And though she spoke no wordsEverything she said was heard,As she poured her love for the MasterFrom her box of Alabaster.
(CHORUS)And I've come to pour my praise on Himlike oil from Mary's Alabaster BoxDon't be angryIf I wash His feet with my tearsand I dry them with my hair.
You weren't there the night He found me.You did not feel what I feltwhen He wrapped His love all around me.And you don't know the costof the oil in my Alabaster Box.
VERSE 2No puedo olvidar mi vida pasada.Era prisionera del pecado que me ataba.I spent my days pouring my life without measure.Into a little treasure box I thought I found.Until the day when Jesus came to meAnd healed my soulwith the wonder of His touch.
So now I'm giving back to Himall the praise He's worthy of .I've been forgiven and that's whyI love Him so much.
(I've been forgiven: He sido perdonada (female) because she was forgiven, but if everybody is singing this must be changed to de male word: perdonado)