142 (20.12.2014)

Let me confess I can no more be free
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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