From glass alabaster she poured out the depths 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 am weak.
I am poor, I'm broken Lord but I'm yours.
Hold me Now. hold me Now.
Let the first without sin cast the first stone if you will.
To say that my bride isn't worth half the blood that I've spilled.
Oint your finger and laugh if you choose to say my beloved is borrowed and used