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. Point your finger and laugh if you choose to say my
Beloved is borrowed and used (chorus)
