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G2 The room grew stilC2l aGs she made her way to Jesus
She stumbGles through the tears that made her blGind Cm F Cm G
G2 She felt such pain, some sC2pokGe in anger
Heard folks whA7isper, there's no place Dsushere for her kD7ind. D#dim7
Em7 Still on she came, through the sBm7hame that flushed her face
Until at Cmaj7last she knelt before His F13feet.
And tG/Dhough she spoke no words
EverytD/Ehing she said was hEm7eard,
As she pAm7oured her love for theG2 MaBster
FrCmaj7om her box of AlaDsusbaster.
C/D And I've come to G2pour my praise on HEsusim like E7oil
From Mary'sAm7 Alabaster Box D/A Am7
Don't be Am7angry if I E/Gwash His feet with my C/Gtears
And D/FI dry theBm7m with my hair Am7 C/D
You weren't tGhere the night He Gaugfound me.
You did not Cmaj7feel what I felt
When He wrapped His Asuslove all aA7round me.
And G/Dyou don't know the cost of the Am7oil in my C/DAlabaster GBox. G
G2I can't forget the wayC2 liGfe used to be.
I was a prisGoner to the sin that had me GbounCmd F Cm G
G2I spent my days C2pouGring my life without measure.
Into a lA7ittle treasure box I thoughtDsus I found. D7 D#dim7
Em7 Until the day when Bm7Jesus came to me
And healed my Cmaj7soul with the wonder of C#dimHis touch.
So now G/DI'm giving back to Him all the pD/Eraise He's worthy of.
I've been forgAm7iven and that's G2whyB I Cmaj7love Him sDsuso much.
D/E And I've come to A2pour my praise on F#susHim like oiF#7l
From Mary'Bm7s Alabaster Box E/B Bm7
Don't be Bm7angry if I F#/Awash His feet with my D/Atears
And E/GI dry theC#m7m with my F#m7hair, Bm7?my hD/Eair.
You weren't tAhere the night JeAaugsus found me.
You did not Dmaj7feel what I felt
When He wrapped His Bsuslove all aB7round me.
AndA/E you don't know the cost of the DmoilE
Oh,A/E you don't know the cost of my praisEe.
A/EYou don't know the cost of the Bm7oil
In my D/EAlabaster F6Box. Bbmaj9 A2
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