Alabaster Praise

Sam. The room grew still as she made a 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 out for the master from her box

of alabaster. And I've come to pour my praise on