Let me confess this cage I've landed in
Let me confess this prison made by thee
And by the love you've sewn beneath my skin.I live not but for your sweet gentle grace
I live not but for your sweet gentle smile
I long to see the way it lights your face
And bathes the world in heaven for a while.
So willing I am now to be enslaved
That I would give you all that I can give
And know that by this giving I am saved
And by the death of freedom that I live.
Strange liberties grow deep inside anew,
The more I subjugate myself to you.
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