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 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.
by Jennifer Knapp
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