I can find you in the loneliest place 
But usually I'm there when I'm hiding 
Tying to run, trying not to seek your face 
Staying far away as I can from abiding  
But I am not my own I gave myself to you 
My life is yours and everything it consists of 
And I don't understand it 'cause when I run you stay true 
When I return your arms are open full of love 
 
How can I deny you?  Why would I ever leave you? 
But somehow I leave your house of love and return 
Return to the streets of prostitution, the whore I am, nothings new 
Back to the filth and grime, on the path of death, I never learn  
As I wait for my next customer I sit on the bed 
But who walks in?  My master, my bridegroom, my love 
Shame wells up inside me, terror, fear, and dread 
What will he say? Will he rain down holy wrath from above?  
How hurt he must be, I've betrayed him over and over again 
I've taken His love and ignored it, even despised 
As I sit in my shame and wait for Him to begin 
I don't want to hear Him speak, I'd rather my own demise.  
I looked up into His eyes expecting to find contempt and malice 
But what I got was different, I could barely fathom 
His eyes were sad, yes, but what was more was grace 
He looked down upon me with understanding, love, and compassion  
He gently lifted me from the bed as I sobbed in His chest 
Then He whispered, "let's go home," but even then I started to whine 
Why/How could you want me?  Fearful of what might happen next 
But he looked into my eyes and said, "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine."
 
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