'Come in through my door' ..... amans.

What was there is gone, what is there is there.

i hung my head
to hide my shame,
my cheeks were burning
tortured flames.
Great fear i had
til tension gave,
and You had turned me
to Your slave.
In this position,
i submit;
to serve Your needs
i do commit.

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