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 sayI 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 (chorus)