Verse 1:

 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 aorund 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 Im 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.......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

 oohhhhhhhhhhhh

 You don't know the cost of my praise

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