You say that my tongue is the pen of a skilful writer,
you say i'm a princess but i'm also a fighter.
You say its not a problem when i am weak,
there's nothing in my identity that i would tweak.
You died for my freedom,
your love has no barries and does not reason.
you make every excuse to love on me,
you died so that from guilt i'd be free.
Freedom God, what does that mean?
you died for it and now you call me clean.
i am made to worship you and sing my own tune,
to my song you are not immune.
You delight in me when i sing a spontaneous song,
you don't look at me and see my wrong.
Lead me God into new and exciting adventures,
take my hand and lead me into my ever afters!
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