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 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. Point Your Finger And Laugh If You Choose To Say My



Beloved Is Borrowed And Used (chorus)