My Hiding Place: A Beautiful Song

Thursday, August 11, 2011

A Beautiful Song

I wasn't originally going to post this. But the post I had been working on was deleted. I don't mind though, because this song is better than what I was writing.

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The love-slave has no pleasure like that of serving his master. This is his joy, and his very "crown of rejoicing." The love-slave is altogether at his master's service. He is all eyes for his master. He watches. He is all ears for his master. He listens. His mind is willing. His hands are ready. His feet are swift to sit at the master's feet and look into his loved face, to listen to his voice and catch his words; to run on his errands, to do his bidding, to share his privations and sorrows, to watch at his door, to guard his honour, to praise his name, to defend his person, to seek and promote his interests, and, if needs be, to die for his dear sake; this is the joy of the slave of love, and this he counts his perfect freedom.
- Samuel L. Brengle