Song of a Whore

Born in a brothel, the slums of the street,
Born in the sins of my mother
Bred and raised to be a whore,
Of lives I knew no other

When I longed for food and pleasure
I knew only one way
To obtain these desires of mine;
And it wasn’t the work of day

Born in a brothel, the slums of the street,
Born in the sins of my mother
Bred and raised to be a whore,
Of lives I knew no other

When I longed for food and pleasure
I knew only one way
To obtain these desires of mine;
And it wasn’t the work of day

Night after night I’d search for a lover
Feeding on scraps he gave
Night after night I’d find a new master
Offering myself as his slave

This was my life buried in sin
Self my only concern
Until one night a king knocked on my door
Giving my life a new turn

He said to me, “I know who you are
“I know the places you’ve been
But if you leave your home and become my wife
I’m ready to forgive your sin.

“The price is free, I cannot be bought,
No money will I accept.
I simply ask that you flee your past
So our promise of love can be kept.”

Unkempt, unclean I had nothing to give
So I gave myself away
To a man who would take this wretch of a soul
And ask me forever to stay.

Yesterday, I struggled and starved
Eating the wages of sin
But today I feast with my husband of love
As with him a new life I begin

For many years I ate his bread
Sheltered under his wing
No words could express my love for this man
My husband the kindest of kings

But forgetting his love I left His home
Craving my food from before
Lusting after my lovers of old
I went back to the life of a whore

The path of my past comforted me
For I knew not the life of a Queen
Though the food was better there
It, I knew not how to glean.

But though I had forsaken Him
He came to my Brothel again
He reminded me my life was His
Repeating, “I’ve forgiven your sin.”

So there at His feet, I bowed and wept
Amazed by His kindness and love
For despite the wrong I did to Him
He extended His hand from above

This is my song, the song of a whore
The song I forever will sing
For from the depths of whoredom and sin
I was rescued by my King

This is our song, the song of the church
A lover saved from sin
Though we stray far from our God
He seeks us again and again.

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