You don't know the cost of the oil in my Alabaster Box


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

And I've come to pour my praise on Him like oil
From Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair

You weren't there the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When He wrapped his love all around me

And you don't know the cost of the oil in my alabaster box

I can't forget the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the sins that had me bound
I spent all my days
And poured my life without measure
Into a little treasure box i thought i found

Until the day when Jesus came to me
And filled my soul with the wonder of His touch
So now i'm giving back to Him all the praise He's worthy of
I've been forgiven and that's why I love Him so much

And I 've come to pour my praise on Him like oil
From Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair
You weren't there the night Jesus found me
You did not feel what i felt
When He wrapped His loving arms around me


And you don't know the cost of the oil
You don't know the cost of my praise
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box







Philippians 3:8-9 (AMP)
"Yes, furthermore, I count everything as loss compared to the possession of the priceless privilege (the overwhelming preciousness, the surpassing worth, and supreme advantage) of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord and of progressively becoming more deeply and intimately acquainted with Him [of perceiving and recognizing and understanding Him more fully and clearly]. For His sake I have lost everything and consider it all to be mere rubbish (refuse, dregs), in order that I may win (gain) Christ (the Anointed One), [9] And that I may [actually] be found and known as in Him, not having any [self-achieved] righteousness that can be called my own, based on my obedience to the Law's demands (ritualistic uprightness and supposed right standing with God thus acquired), but possessing that [genuine righteousness] which comes through faith in Christ (the Anointed One), the [truly] right standing with God, which comes from God by [saving] faith."

And this is why we (all) need a Saviour. =)


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