“I’m a princess in a castle,
Trapped by expectations.”
“I’m a peasant in the field,
Trapped by crops and seasons.”
We both have friends and family,
Who surround us day by day.
But we both feel trapped
By what we do and say.
“I’m a merchant’s daughter,
Trapped by vice and greed.”
“I’m a convict’s daughter,
Trapped by reputation.”
We both have looks upon us,
Who wonder why we stay.
But we are trapped
By what they do and say.
We four are wearied
Because of other’s views
On our families and our rank,
On what we say and do.
“I’m a princess in a castle,
Loved by my Father.”
“I’m a peasant in the field,
Watching my prayers’ yield.”
“I’m a merchant’s daughter,
Selling love and grace.”
“I’m a convict’s daughter,
And I know I have a place.
Held in love and grace from One
Who looks beyond the traps,
Of culture, class, and reputation.”
We once were trapped by sin and guilt,
Others’ and our own.
But now we’re saved and have a place,
In His heavenly home.
We are held in mercy and grace,
By His own Son’s death,
We are given a place.
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