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   Till 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      Chorus: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 around 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 sin that had me bound   And I spent my days, poured my life without measure'   Into a little treasure box I thought I' found   Until the day when Jesus came to me    And healed my soul with the wonder of His touch    So now I'm giving back to Him all the praise He's worthy of   I've been forgiven and that's why I love Him so much      Chorus: 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 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, oh   You don't know the cost of my praise   You don't know the cost of the oil   In my alabaster box