Sunday, May 22, 2011

Alabaster Box

Hello Lord,

I played hookie from church today. I am really having struggles with Bethlehem. Last week in bible study at First United Methodist during the studying of the Patriachs the moderator commented on her testimony. Not sure why my mind is blank to her name, but I will come back and add it.

She mentioned CeCe Winans, Alabaster Box:

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

Refrain

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 love all 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'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

Refrain

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 (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
Oh, you don't know the cost of my praise
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box


There are so many women who have felt a prisoner of sin; even as mothers and wives. Doing things we didn't want to do but felt either we had no choice or perhaps no voice.

As the lyrics state ... don't be angry with me ... you have no idea from where the Lord delivered me ... from whom the Lord delivered me ...

Some folks would like to see you suffer, see you in lost or desperation. Rebuke those spirits in the name of Jesus.

As with the women at the well, our God sees all and knows all. I just so glad that He didn't send her away but ask her for a drink of water. In exchange He offered her everlasting life.

Thank you so much Jesus,
Yo

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