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The room grew still |
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As she made her way to Jesus |
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She stumbles through the tears that made 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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And I've come to pour |
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My praise on Him |
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Like oil 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 love all around me and |
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You don't know the cost of the oil |
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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'd thought I'd found |
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Until the day when Jesus came to me |
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And healed my soul |
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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 |
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And that's why |
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I love Him so much |
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And I've come to pour |
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My praise on Him |
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Like oil 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 love all around me and |
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You don't know the cost of the oil |
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In my alabaster box |
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And I've come to pour |
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My praise on Him |
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Like oil 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 dry them with my hair (my hair) |
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You weren't there the night Jesus 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 and |
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You don't know the cost of the oil |
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Oh, you don't know the cost of my praise |
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You don't know the cost of the oil |
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In my alabaster box |
