Luyện nghe bài hát Alabaster Box

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

And I've to pour
My on Him
oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his with my tears
And I dry with my hair
You weren't there the night He me
You did not what I felt
When he his love all around me and
You don't know the of the oil
In my box

I can't forget the way used to be
I was a prisoner to the sin had me bound
And I spent my
Poured my without measure
a little treasure box
I'd thought I'd
Until the day when Jesus to me
And healed my
the wonder of His touch
So now I'm giving to Him
All the He's 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 with my hair (my hair)
You weren't there the Jesus found me
You did not what I felt
When He wrapped his arms around me and
You know the cost of the oil
Oh, you don't know the of my praise
You don't know the of the oil
In my box