The words may not be my own, but the belief, the desire, the pride in being His  are all mine. Thank You Master for once again allowing her to belong to You. For teaching her who she was always meant to be, the one she held back for so long, thinking she would never be that girl again. You changed that, You brough her out from behind the wall she had put up when You allowed her to be Yours.  Bound to You always, our pleasures intertwined.