Hold me now...

by Jennifer Knapp

From glass alabaster she poured out the depth 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'm weak.
I'm 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 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'm weak.
I'm poor.
I'm broken Lord
but I'm yours.
Hold me now.
Hold me now