Tuesday, February 28, 2012

My Alabaster Box

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 dry them with my hair. You weren't there the nights 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 my alabaster box.

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