My heart is my own. Always has been, and I've never bestowed so
much as a sliver upon another. Half a life I’ve lived, and not one soul has
asked for the smallest piece of it, as though it were some undesirable thing, without
any redemptive value.
Well, it is dear to me, for it is mine. And it holds worth for my
Sovereign, who has given everything for it, and now asks for it in its
entirety. I offer this wildling heart freely, to Him that always has been
and always will be. I give it to my King.
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