I love this song! Your voice brought tears yo my eyes😢 still crying. Praise the Lord with your singing! God bless you and may He use your gift, your talent to bring Him glory💕💕
Nice rendition. You are young learn the words. I am almost 60 and still having to learn the words to lots of songs and scripts. I am just offering a suggestion. Tour voice is heartfelt, touching and sincere. Keep up the good work. I loved it.
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 So I've come to pour my praise on Him Like oil from Mary's alabaster box So don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears And I dry them with my hair, hmm 'Cause 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, not of this oil In my alabaster box No one knows what you've been through I can't forget the way life used to be 'Cause 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'd thought I'd 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 So I've come to pour my praise on Him Like oil from Mary's alabaster box (Mary's alabaster box) So don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears And dry them with 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, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know (Jesus was there) You don't know the, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know You don't know the cost of the oil In my alabaster box (oh) Come on let's worship Him Come on and give Him the glory (hallelujah)
Beautiful voice. You have been blessed with your talent! Thanks for sharing your gift! Please continue to sing!!!
I have this saved. You have done an amazing job. God Bless you brother.
I love this song! Your voice brought tears yo my eyes😢 still crying. Praise the Lord with your singing! God bless you and may He use your gift, your talent to bring Him glory💕💕
Praise God!! What a beautiful gift you have❤!
I love your voice well done, blessings , blessings.
This is my favorite song. Thankyou and God bless you.
You had me in tears young man.
Thank you for singing this song
You made me cry :) 😿
Love your version I felt it.. Powerful... well done...
Bless you ❤️🔥
Where can I get this track. Beautifully done.
Nice rendition. You are young learn the words. I am almost 60 and still having to learn the words to lots of songs and scripts. I am just offering a suggestion. Tour voice is heartfelt, touching and sincere. Keep up the good work. I loved it.
Fire 🔥
wow, I am amazed. Thanks for sharing and God bless
Wow! You have an amazing voice!
Thank you so much
Very talented. Great job, first male version I’ve heard of this song
I love it! Impressive song cover!
Nice!
Good job!! Your story telling is unique :)
Broooo😭👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
This is one of my go to song. Nobody knows the cost of the oil in my alabaster box. Had never heard this version.
#lent#grief#pain#forgiveness 🙏🎩
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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
So I've come to pour my praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
So don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair, hmm
'Cause 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, not of this oil
In my alabaster box
No one knows what you've been through
I can't forget the way life used to be
'Cause 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'd thought I'd 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
So I've come to pour my praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box (Mary's alabaster box)
So don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears
And dry them with 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, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know (Jesus was there)
You don't know the, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box (oh)
Come on let's worship Him
Come on and give Him the glory (hallelujah)
This is a wonderful version. Where did you get the instrumental? This arrangement is nice with a soothing quality of your singing voice