Freed
Like the harlot thrust at his feet,
My eyes knew to be downcast
For my punishment would be just.
His love had other plans.
Mercy sprung from his heart
Undeserved, unearned
Healed my heart and made it clean
A virgin I was again!
My knees knew they could stand
For in his grace they could walk Road Repentance.
Yes, clad in filth I fell at his feet
He claimed me for himself
Never was his love ashamed to be seen with me
And now, as his bride clad in white
I find delight in kissing his feet.
- laulindah
#thehundredth
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