From glass alabaster, she poured out the depths of her soul
Oh, foot of Christ, would You wait if her harlotry's 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 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 fingers 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'm broken, Lord, but I'm Yours
Hold me now, hold me now"

When I'm weak and I'm poor
I'm broken, Lord, but I'm Yours
Hold me now, hold me now"

When I'm weak and I'm poor
I'm broken, Lord, but I'm Yours
Hold me now, hold me now"