Sang this song at home and the tears started to well up and felt like i was touched by the spirit ....the feeling of relief and calm washed over my chest because Jesus has been good to be and he keeps on being good to me even when I forget to thank him all entirely the protection, blessings and love is continous and fulfilling....bless the lord his praise shall forever be in my mouth...Amen ❤️🙏🏽
this song is just so anointed. i am doing the sign to this song for our church while my sister is singing it. and i am so excited to do sign to such a wonderful song!
The room grew still As she made her way to Jesus She stumbled through the tears That make 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 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 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 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
Always loved this song as a child never had the means to obtain the track... now I'm a grown woman and finally hearing the track... thank you kindly...
I den sang this so many times in church, I know they getting tired of me singing it. 🤷🏽♂️ I love it, and pastor told me it’s his favorite song so 🤷🏾, oh well… Thanks gurrlll!!!
Vaso de Alabastro A sala foi ficando vazia Conforme ela foi caminhando para Jesus Ela tropeçava nas lágrimas que a cegavam Ela sentia tanta dor Alguns falavam com raiva Ouvia as pessoas falarem Não há lugar aqui para o seu tipo Ainda assim ela foi Através da vergonha que cobria seu rosto Até que, finalmente, ela se ajoelhou a seus pés E embora ela não tenha dito nenhuma palavra Tudo que ela disse foi ouvido (por ele) Conforme ela derramava seu amor pelo o mestre Do seu vaso de alabastro E eu vim para derramar O meu louvor à ele, como o óleo Do vaso de alabastro de Maria Não fique zangado se eu lavar seus pés com minhas lágrimas E seca-los com meus cabelos Você não estava lá na noite que Jesus me encontrou Você não sentiu o que eu senti Quando ele me envolveu em seus braços amorosos E você não sabe quanto vale o óleo Do meu vaso de alabastro Eu não posso esquecer O modo de vida que eu levava Eu era uma prisioneira Do pecado que me escravizava Passei meus dias Desperdiçando minha vida, sem controle Em um pequeno tesouro Que eu pensei que tinha encontrado Até o dia que Jesus veio à mim E curou minha alma Com o seu maravilhoso amor Então agora, eu estou dando de volta à ele Todo o louvor de que ele é digno Eu fui perdoada E é por isso Eu o amo tanto E eu vim para derramar O meu louvor à ele, como o óleo Do vaso de alabastro de Maria Não fique zangado se eu lavar seus pés com minhas lágrimas E secar com meu cabelo Você não estava lá na noite que Jesus me encontrou Você não sentiu o que eu senti Quando ele me envolveu em seus braços amorosos E você não sabe quanto vale o óleo Você não sabe quanto vale minha oração Você não sabe quanto vale o óleo Do meu vaso de alabastro
Hirtelen csend lett, ahogy a zsúfolt házba lépett, bukdácsolt sűrű könnyű fátyolán át. Arcában égtek a szúrós tekintetek; Nincs helye köztünk, mind ezt súgták, mind őt gúnyolták. Ő mégis ment tovább át a szégyen tűzfalán míg térdre hullt Jézus lábai előtt. S bár egy szót sem szólt, mégis mind értették őt, ahogyan kiöntötte szívét, alabástrom szelencéjét. Hadd szálljon fel jó illatként az én imám tehozzád éppen ugyanúgy. Hadd mossam meg lábaid a könnyeimmel. Hajammal hadd szárítsam fel. Szeretnék most leborulni, hogy megmentettél megköszönni, mindenért hálám kifejezni. De a dalnál jobban szól egy szelence alabástrommal. Emlékszem jól, úgy éltem azelőtt, mint rab madár kit a bűn csapdába szőtt. Értéktelen üres volt az életem. Eltékozoltam mindent ami csak fontos lehet. Elvesztem volna, de Jézus rám talált, és megmentett. A szívem őrá várt. Ezért most én is megteszem, a mester lábát megkenem. Kiöntöm elé a szívem: Szeretlek, Uram! Hadd szálljon fel jó illatként az én imám tehozzád éppen ugyanúgy. Hadd mossam meg lábaid a könnyeimmel. Hajammal hadd szárítsam fel. Szeretnék most leborulni, hogy megmentettél megköszönni, mindenért hálám kifejezni. De a dalnál jobban szól egy szelence alabástrommal. a dalnál jobban szól óó... a dalnál jobban szó...l a dalnál jobban szól egy szelence alabástrommal... hoóó...
"Tudo parou quando ela foi ao Mestre de tanto chorar até tropeçou Quanto sofreu enquanto ouvia que diziam que ali não era o seu lugar, Mas prosseguiu mesmo com a vergonha que sentiu, Té que aos pés de Cristo se prostrou E sem nada dizer o seu gesto fez ouvir, Derramou água sobre o Mestre com seu vaso de alabastro. Vim derramar o meu louvor qual óleo igual Maria com seu vaso, Não me julgue se com lágrimas Seus pés lavar e com meus cabelos secar, Você não viu quando Cristo me achou e nem sentiu o que senti Quando o Seu amor me transformou Nem sabe o que custou pra Jesus o meu vaso de alabastro. Não me esqueci de como vivi, cercada pelo pecado que me enredou Dias passei, minha vida esgotei pra juntar um tesouro que era ilusão Até que um dia Cristo veio a mim e me salvou com o toque de Suas mãos Agora eu venho dar toda minha adoração Fui perdoada e é por isso que eu O amo demais."
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)
The room grew still As she made her way to Jesus She stumbled through the tears That make 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 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 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 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
Sang this song at home and the tears started to well up and felt like i was touched by the spirit ....the feeling of relief and calm washed over my chest because Jesus has been good to be and he keeps on being good to me even when I forget to thank him all entirely the protection, blessings and love is continous and fulfilling....bless the lord his praise shall forever be in my mouth...Amen ❤️🙏🏽
this song is just so anointed. i am doing the sign to this song for our church while my sister is singing it. and i am so excited to do sign to such a wonderful song!
Might you have a video of your performance I can see - My daughter is also signing to this song. Thank you
Oh praise the Lord I absolutely love this song, it’s probably the most beautiful song ever wrote. 😭😭 Jesus is so good😭😭🔥🔥🔥
Love this song praise God 🙌
The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbled through the tears
That make 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 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 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
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
Amen
Thank you!
Always loved this song as a child never had the means to obtain the track... now I'm a grown woman and finally hearing the track... thank you kindly...
I den sang this so many times in church, I know they getting tired of me singing it. 🤷🏽♂️ I love it, and pastor told me it’s his favorite song so 🤷🏾, oh well… Thanks gurrlll!!!
Love, love this song. It touches me from the top of my head to the souls of my feet. The Alabaster Box and oil! Hallelujah!👏👏👏🙏🙏🙏
Cece Winans you’re a legend in your own time! I love your voice and God has anointed you!
The song of my life......hallelujah ❤
This song told me when the time i met my Lord Jesus
I’m singing this Sunday I love this song so much
🥰🥰🥰 good luck girl
Praise the lord for your mercies.
thank you for this video it is part of my performance rehearsal for singing at church I pray it blesses those in my hearing.
Thank you and God bless you!
Love this song smmm🎉
Best song ever❤❤❤
Vaso de Alabastro
A sala foi ficando vazia
Conforme ela foi caminhando para Jesus
Ela tropeçava nas lágrimas que a cegavam
Ela sentia tanta dor
Alguns falavam com raiva
Ouvia as pessoas falarem
Não há lugar aqui para o seu tipo
Ainda assim ela foi
Através da vergonha que cobria seu rosto
Até que, finalmente, ela se ajoelhou a seus pés
E embora ela não tenha dito nenhuma palavra
Tudo que ela disse foi ouvido (por ele)
Conforme ela derramava seu amor pelo o mestre
Do seu vaso de alabastro
E eu vim para derramar
O meu louvor à ele, como o óleo
Do vaso de alabastro de Maria
Não fique zangado se eu lavar seus pés com minhas lágrimas
E seca-los com meus cabelos
Você não estava lá na noite que Jesus me encontrou
Você não sentiu o que eu senti
Quando ele me envolveu em seus braços amorosos
E você não sabe quanto vale o óleo
Do meu vaso de alabastro
Eu não posso esquecer
O modo de vida que eu levava
Eu era uma prisioneira
Do pecado que me escravizava
Passei meus dias
Desperdiçando minha vida, sem controle
Em um pequeno tesouro
Que eu pensei que tinha encontrado
Até o dia que Jesus veio à mim
E curou minha alma
Com o seu maravilhoso amor
Então agora, eu estou dando de volta à ele
Todo o louvor de que ele é digno
Eu fui perdoada
E é por isso
Eu o amo tanto
E eu vim para derramar
O meu louvor à ele, como o óleo
Do vaso de alabastro de Maria
Não fique zangado se eu lavar seus pés com minhas lágrimas
E secar com meu cabelo
Você não estava lá na noite que Jesus me encontrou
Você não sentiu o que eu senti
Quando ele me envolveu em seus braços amorosos
E você não sabe quanto vale o óleo
Você não sabe quanto vale minha oração
Você não sabe quanto vale o óleo
Do meu vaso de alabastro
Hirtelen csend lett, ahogy a zsúfolt házba lépett,
bukdácsolt sűrű könnyű fátyolán át.
Arcában égtek a szúrós tekintetek;
Nincs helye köztünk, mind ezt súgták, mind őt gúnyolták.
Ő mégis ment tovább át a szégyen tűzfalán
míg térdre hullt Jézus lábai előtt.
S bár egy szót sem szólt, mégis mind értették őt,
ahogyan kiöntötte szívét, alabástrom szelencéjét.
Hadd szálljon fel jó illatként az én imám tehozzád éppen ugyanúgy.
Hadd mossam meg lábaid a könnyeimmel.
Hajammal hadd szárítsam fel.
Szeretnék most leborulni, hogy megmentettél megköszönni,
mindenért hálám kifejezni.
De a dalnál jobban szól egy szelence alabástrommal.
Emlékszem jól, úgy éltem azelőtt,
mint rab madár kit a bűn csapdába szőtt.
Értéktelen üres volt az életem.
Eltékozoltam mindent ami csak fontos lehet.
Elvesztem volna, de Jézus rám talált, és megmentett.
A szívem őrá várt.
Ezért most én is megteszem, a mester lábát megkenem.
Kiöntöm elé a szívem: Szeretlek, Uram!
Hadd szálljon fel jó illatként az én imám tehozzád éppen ugyanúgy.
Hadd mossam meg lábaid a könnyeimmel.
Hajammal hadd szárítsam fel.
Szeretnék most leborulni, hogy megmentettél megköszönni,
mindenért hálám kifejezni.
De a dalnál jobban szól egy szelence alabástrommal.
a dalnál jobban szól óó...
a dalnál jobban szó...l
a dalnál jobban szól egy szelence alabástrommal...
hoóó...
Needed this
"Tudo parou quando ela foi ao Mestre de tanto chorar até tropeçou
Quanto sofreu enquanto ouvia que diziam que ali não era o seu lugar,
Mas prosseguiu mesmo com a vergonha que sentiu,
Té que aos pés de Cristo se prostrou
E sem nada dizer o seu gesto fez ouvir,
Derramou água sobre o Mestre com seu vaso de alabastro.
Vim derramar o meu louvor qual óleo igual Maria com seu vaso,
Não me julgue se com lágrimas Seus pés lavar e com meus cabelos secar,
Você não viu quando Cristo me achou e nem sentiu o que senti
Quando o Seu amor me transformou
Nem sabe o que custou pra Jesus o meu vaso de alabastro.
Não me esqueci de como vivi, cercada pelo pecado que me enredou
Dias passei, minha vida esgotei pra juntar um tesouro que era ilusão
Até que um dia Cristo veio a mim e me salvou com o toque de Suas mãos
Agora eu venho dar toda minha adoração
Fui perdoada e é por isso que eu O amo demais."
I love this song and I appreciate your work!!! I would love a instrumental of Faith And Wonder - Meredith Andrews! God bless
Beautiful
Love it❤
I’m n tears
Great job! I would love to a instrumental of album "Let Them fall in love" - Cece Winans
God Bless!
Keys: G^ to A^ to C^ End
I will delete this after I get it worked up. Great tune!
Can I use this track to minister at my church this sunday please
Can I use this soundtrack for singing a solo in church? Thank you!
@Tanner Tracks Premiere Do you have the original instrumental track of the song Place in this world by Michael W. Smith on a blank cassette tape?
Y'all know I messed this up
❤
I'm right behind you! 😂
Lol
but honestly it's impossible if you sang it from your heart. I guarantee it was beautiful to the Father's ears....
Great job as always. I would love to see a track for Jeremy Camp's "Should've Been Me" ---- Any chance? Thanks for all you do. We appreciate it.
Your Love Is Strong please Cory Asbury
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)
🙂❤️
The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbled through the tears
That make 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 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 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
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