Alabaster Box



This morning I will be singing a special song just before our Pastor preaches about the Word. And I will be singing one of the songs that really shows the heart of a person who has felt God’s love despite his/her past.

This song uses the story of Mary, a prostitute, when she poured oil from an alabaster box/jar on Jesus’ feet. People questioned why she would waste a year’s worth of wages and just pour it on a person’s feet. But Jesus wasn’t — and isn’t — just any person. She poured it as an offering to Him. She was so thankful and she loved Him so much because Jesus had saved her despite of her past. She did not hesitate to offer Him everything she had.

And I will sing this song later with that in mind. I am not a perfect person. But Jesus has redeemed me. And I will worship Him even if others ridicule and make fun of me. I know it’s just because they “weren’t there the night He found me” and they “did not feel what I felt when He wrapped His loving arms around me“.

These are the lyrics of the song. Read and be blessed.

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 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 found

Until the day when Jesus came to me
And healed 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 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
You don’t know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box




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