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3/19/2006 6:16 pmLast Read: |
Every year at this time, right before Easter, I think of this most awesome song by CeCe Winans. Oh, to waste ourselves upon Jesus without regard for what others think of us. That is my prayer for each person who reads this, including myself! The Alabaster Box 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 |
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3/19/2006 7:51 pm |
Post 19777- I was deeply touched by the Woman and herAlabaster Box. I was especially touched by the line that goes something like: You weren't there and you don't know. Thanks for sharing this lovely thought with everyone. I wasn't there and I don't know but I can imagine because I have been there too. Blessings- Joanna
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