CeCe Winans - Alabaster Box (Live)

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

So I've come to pour my praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
So don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair, hmm
'Cause you weren't there the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt



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