Worship Songs "Alabaster Box" letra

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)

Alabaster Box

Mientras ella avanzaba hacia Jesús, se detuvo la habitación

Tropezaba en las lágrimas que cegaban sus ojos

Sintió tal aflicción, algunas palabras con ira

Oía a la multitud murmurar, no hay lugar aquí para esa.

Aún así ella vino, transpasando la vergüenza que ruborizaba su rostro

Hasta que al fín se arrodilló a sus piés. Sin embargo no habló

Todo lo que dijo fue escuchar, mientras derramaba su amor por el Maestro

desde su vaso de alabastro

CHORUSHe venido para derramar mi alabanza sobre Él como el aceite del vaso de albastro (de María) (too long in spanish and it's supposed that the box belongs to mary)

No se enojen si lavo sus piés con mis lágrimas y los seco con mi cabello.

No estaban allí la noche que Él me halló.

No sintieron lo que yo sentí cuando me abrazó con su amor.

Y no sabéis el precio del aceite de mi vaso de alabastro.

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

Gastaba mis días derramando mi vida sin medida

dentro de un frasco, pequeño tesoro que pensaba había encontrado. Hasta el día que Jesús vino a mí.

Y sanó mi alma con el milagro de Su mano ("toque" is touch, but this don't sound well in spanish. Is better "mano" hand, his healings hands)

Por eso, ahora le devuelvo toda la albanza de la que es digno.

He sido perdonado y es por eso que le amo.

(I love Him so much.."le amo tanto", the final emphasis "tanto" it's no necessary in spanish)