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Break The Alabaster Box Of Praise |
Saturday, October 18, 2008 - 11:19 AM |
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I come before you, with my alabaster box of praise,
Tears I cannot hide, they fall so freely from my face,
I've come to break open, the perfume of oil inside,
for My Master, I adore thee, in You alone, I hide.
Trembling before You, I reach out to touch Your feet,
Trembling in awe, of My Lord, and Majesty,
Oh, I pour out songs of adoration, unto Thee, for My Lord,
You're so deserving, of a thankful heart of praise.
I want to break the chains of bondage, I want to seek more
and more of You, I long for the freedom, only You can give,
Living waters restore me, and I fall prostrate at Your feet,
Oh King of Glory, You are all, I long to be, You, always, meet
my needs.
Lisa Beth Jenkins Copyright 2008 All Rights Reserved
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