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Gomer
I stood before the crowd of men;
The auctioneer was about to begin.
In filthy clothes, tattered and torn,
I stood before them, a woman worn.
I saw no one who would want me
For I was a woman of harlotry.
Yet when my time came upon the block
I heard no taunt, nor tease, nor mock.
From amidst the crowd a voice did rise
And a man gazed upon me with loving eyes.
The very man who once took me in,
Who once rescued me from this life of sin.
The man who had welcomed me into his life-
The man who had taken me as his wife.
