From glass alabaster she poured out the depths of her soul. O foot of Christ would you wait if her halotries known? Falls a tear to darken the dirt. Of humblest of 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 am broken, Lord but I'm yours. Hold me now. Hold me now.
Let he with out sin cast the first stone if you will. To say that my bride isn't worth half the blood that I've spilt. 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 am broken, Lord but I'm yours. Hold me now. Hold me now.
