From glass alabaster she poured out
The depths of her soul
Oh, foot of Christ would You wait
If her harlotry's known?
Falls a tear to darken the dirt
Of humblest offerings to forgive the hurt
She is strong enough to stand in your love
I can hear her say
I am weak, I am poor
I'm broken Lord, but I'm Yours
Hold me now, hold me now
Let he without sin
Cast the first stone if you will
To say that my bride isn't worth
Half the blood that I've spilled
Point your finger and laugh if you choose to say
My beloved is borrowed and used
She is strong enough to stand in my love
I can hear her say
I am weak, I am poor
I'm broken Lord, but I'm Yours
Hold me now, hold me now
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