The room grew still
As she made her way to 
JesusShe 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 
MasterFrom her box of alabaster
RefrainAnd 
I've come to pour
My praise on 
HimLike 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 feltWhen 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 sin that had me bound
And I spent my days
Poured my life without measure
Into a little treasure box
I'd thought 
I'd foundUntil the day when 
Jesus came to me
And healed my soul
With the wonder of 
His touchSo now 
I'm giving back to 
HimAll the praise 
He's worthy of
I've been forgiven
And that's why
I love Him so much
RefrainAnd 
I've come to pour
My praise on 
HimLike oil from 
Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if 
I wash his feet with my tears
And dry them with my hair (my hair)
You weren't there the night 
Jesus found me
You did not feel what 
I feltWhen 
He wrapped his loving arms around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
Oh, you don't know the cost of my praise
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box