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'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 he 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'm weak, I'm poor, I'm broken Lord, but I'm Yours" / Hold me now Hold me now.