Luyện nghe bài hát Alabaster Box

The room still
As she her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her
She felt such
Some spoke in
Heard whisper
There's no place here for her
Still on she
Through the that flushed her face
Until at last, she before his feet
And though she no words
she said was heard
As she poured her love for the
her box of alabaster

And come to pour
My on Him
Like oil Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet my tears
And I dry them my hair
You weren't the night He found me
You did not feel what I
When he wrapped his love all me and
You don't the cost of the oil
In my box

I can't forget the way life to be
I was a prisoner to the sin had me bound
And I spent my
Poured my life measure
Into a treasure box
I'd I'd found
Until the day Jesus came to me
And healed my
With the of His touch
So now I'm giving to Him
All the praise worthy of
I've forgiven
And why
I Him so much

And I've to pour
My on Him
Like oil from Mary's box
Don't be angry if I wash his with my tears
And dry them with my (my hair)
You weren't there the night Jesus me
You did not feel what I
When He wrapped his loving arms me and
You don't know the of the oil
Oh, you know the cost of my praise
You don't know the of the oil
In my box