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From glass alabaster she poured out the depth of her soul

O foot of Christ would you wait if her harlotries 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'm weak

I'm poor

I'm broken, Lord

But I'm your's

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'm weak

I'm poor

I'm broken, Lord

But I'm your's

Hold me now, hold me now