The room grew still
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As she made her way to Jesus
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She stumbled through the tears
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That make her blind
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She felt such pain
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Some spoke in anger
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Heard folks whisper
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There's no place here for her kind
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Still on she came
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Through the shame that flushed her face
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Until at last she knelt before his feet
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And though she spoke no words
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Everything she said was heard
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As she poured her love for the master
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From her box of Alabaster
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Chorus
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And I've come to pour
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My praise on Him like oil
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From Mary's Alabaster Box
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Don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears
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And I dry them with my hair
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You weren't there the night He found me
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You did not feel what I felt
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When He wrapped His loving arms around me
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And you don't know the cost
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Of the oil in my Alabaster box
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I can't forget the way life used to be
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I was a prisoner to the sin that had me bound
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And I spent my days
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Poured my life without measure
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Into a little treasure box
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I thought I found
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Until the day when Jesus came to me
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And healed my soul with the wonder of His touch
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So now I'm giving back to Him
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All the praise He's worthy of
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I've been forgiven and that's why
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I love Him so much
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Chorus
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Alabaster box
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CeCe Winans |