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 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 (chorus)

Listening to Jennifer Knapp today. I am being reminded that I too need to be pouring out the depths of my soul. It has been too long since I have humbled myself at His feet, too long since...