ALABASTER BOX

The room grew still

as (C)she made her way to Je sus.

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

She felt such pain;

(C)some spoke in an ger, heard folks (A7)whis per, “There’s no place here for her kind.”

Still, on she came,

through the (Bm7)shame that flushed her face,

un til at (D)last

she knelt be fore His (F13)feet.

And (G)though she spoke no words,

ev ’ry (Em7)thing she said was heard

as she (Am7)poured her love for the (G)Mas ter from her (Cmaj7)box of al a bas ter.

And I’ve (D)come (C)to (G)pour my praise on Him like oil

from Mar y’s

al a bas ter box.

Don’t be an gry if I (E)wash His feet with my tears

and I (D)dry them with my hair.

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 a round me, and you don’t know the cost of the (Am7)oil

in my al a bas ter box.

I can’t for get the way life used to be; I was a (Cm)pris ’ner to the sin that had me (G)bound.

And I spent my days

(C)pour ing my life with out meas ure in to a (A7)lit tle treas ure box I thought (Dsus)I found,

un til the day when Je sus came to me and healed my (Cmaj7)soul with the won der of His touch.

So now I’m giv ing back to Him all the praise He’s wor thy (Em7)of.

I’ve been for (Am7)giv en and that’s (G)why I (Cmaj7)love Him so much.

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

from Mar y’s (Bm7)al a bas ter box.

Don’t be an gry if I (F#7)wash His feet with my (D)tears

and (E)dry them

with my hair,

my hair.

You weren’t (A)there

the night Je sus found me, you did not (D)feel what I felt when He wrapped His (Bsus)lov ing arms a round me, and you don’t know the cost of the (Dm)oil.

Oh,

you don’t know the cost of my (Dm)praise.

You don’t know the cost of the (Bm7)oil in my (D)al a bas ter (Fmaj7)box.

Oh.