Alabaster Box

The room grew still as (C)she made her way to Jesus.

She (Cm6)stumbles through the tears that made her blind.

(G)She felt such pain;

(C)some spoke in anger, heard folks (A7)whisper,

"There's no place here for her kind."

(Em7)Still, on she came, through the (Bm7)shame that flushed her face,

until at (D)last she knelt before His (F13)feet.

(F9)And (G)though she spoke no words,

(Em7)ev'rything she said was heard as she (Am7)poured her love for the (G)Master from her (Cmaj7)box of alabaster.

(C)And I've (D)come (C)to (G)pour my praise on Him (E7sus)like oil from Mary's (Am7)alabaster box.

(Am7)Don't be angry if I (E)wash His feet with my tears and I (D)dry them (Bm7)with my hair.

(C)You weren't (G)there

the night He found me, you did not (Cmaj7)feel what I felt when He wrapped His (Asus)love all around me,

and (G)you don't know the cost of the (Am7)oil

(C)in my alabaster box.

(G)I can't forget the way life used to be;

I was a (Cm)pris'ner to the sin that had me (G)bound.

(G)And I spent my days (C)pouring my life without measure into a (A7)little treasure box I thought (Dsus)I found,

(Em)until the day when Jesus came to me and healed my (Cmaj7)soul with the wonder of His touch.

So now I'm giving back to Him all the praise He's worthy (Em7)of.

I've been (Am7)forgiven and that's (G)why I (Cmaj7)love Him so much.

(D)And I've (E)come (D)to (A)pour my praise on Him like (F#m7)oil

(F#7)from Mary's (Bm7)alabaster box.

(Bm7)Don't be angry if I (F#7)wash His feet with my (D)tears and (E)dry them

(C#m7)with my hair, (Bm7)my hair.

(D)You weren't (A)there the night Jesus found me,

you did not (D)feel what I felt when He wrapped His (Bsus)loving arms around me,

and (A)you don't know the cost of the (Dm)oil.

Oh, (A)you don't know the cost of my (Dm)praise.

(A)You don't know the cost of the (Bm7)oil in my (D)alabaster (Fmaj7)box.

(Bbmaj9)Oh.