Sunday, October 31, 2004
Hold Me Now
These lyrics are from this morning's church service. It illustrates part of a story from John 12:1-7; Luke 7:36-50. I think a feel a "sermon" coming on about this another day.
From glass alabaster, she poured out the depths of her soul,
Oh foot of Christ, would you wait if her harlotries known?
Falls a tear to darken the dirt of humblest offering, 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 the 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 am weak, I am poor.
I'm broken Lord, but I'm yours.
Hold me now, hold me now.
From glass alabaster, she poured out the depths of her soul,
Oh foot of Christ, would you wait if her harlotries known?
Falls a tear to darken the dirt of humblest offering, 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 the 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 am weak, I am poor.
I'm broken Lord, but I'm yours.
Hold me now, hold me now.
// posted by Annette @ 11:31 a.m. 