Verse 1:   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   Hurt 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 loving arms 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 sins that had me bound   I spent all 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 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