Master

I have done so many things,

I really didn’t want to do,

but I did them anyway,

knowing the whole time

that they were wrong,

that they were perverse,

that they took a piece of my soul;

but I couldn’t help myself;

I was powerless, I was a slave,

I was a pawn, I was a sad, pathetic

little worm, hiding from everyone

and everything;

I still struggle;

but now I am not alone,

now I have One so much greater than I,

One to which I can turn,

One on whom I can depend,

One who loves me as no other,

with a love that is perfect and pure,

One who is a King of kings,

a Lord of lords,

an innocent lamb,

led to the slaughter,

to pay the price,

for a debt that was not His own,

the good Shepherd who lays down his life,

for the flock which follows;

the Master

of us all.

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