When I’m seeking the king,
He shows me who I need to be,
Takes my hand and strengthens me,
Walks me through the hopeless dark;
His love has set me free.
When I’ve found the king,
He wipes away these blinding tears,
Comforts me and brings me peace,
Replacing all my loneliness;
He scatters all my fears.
When I’m held by the king,
He purifies my well worn heart,
Giving me a brand new start,
There’s no one here but him and me
And a mask that’s fallen apart.
When I’m loved by the king,
It’s nothing like I’ve felt before,
He just keeps filling me more and more,
I’ll give my all with no backward glance;
He’s shaken me straight to the core.
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Submission Name: The Misfit Queen of Hearts
