Luyện nghe bài hát Alabaster Box

The grew still
As she her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her
She such pain
spoke in anger
Heard folks
There's no place for her kind
on she came
Through the shame that flushed her
Until at last, she knelt his feet
And though she no words
Everything she said was
As she poured her for the Master
From her box of

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

I forget the way life used to be
I was a to the sin that had me bound
And I my days
Poured my without measure
a little treasure box
I'd I'd found
Until the day when came to me
And healed my
With the wonder of His
So now I'm back to Him
All the praise He's of
been forgiven
And why
I love Him so

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