- published: 18 Apr 2016
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Miss (pronounced /ˈmɪs/) is an English language honorific traditionally used only for an unmarried woman (not entitled to another title such as "Doctor" or "Dame"). Originating in the 17th century, it is a contraction of mistress, which was used for all women. A period is not used to signify the contraction. Its counterparts are Mrs., usually used only for married women, and Ms., which may be used regardless of marital status.
The plural Misses may be used, such as in The Misses Doe. The traditional French "Mesdemoiselles" (abbreviation "Mlles") may also be used as the plural in English language conversation or correspondence.
The usage of "Miss" as a title in the United States is most frequently seen when referring to girls under eighteen. Though Miss is less commonly used as a title by unmarried adult women in the United States than in the past, some still prefer to be referred to as such. Twenty-first century etiquette honors an adult woman's personal preference of title. However, if the preference is not known, "Ms." is used. "Ms." is becoming the preferred choice as this female title in business. It is the equivalent to the male title "Mr." as neither is marital status specific.
Thinking back when we first met
I remember what You said
You said You'd never leave me
But I let go of your hand
Build my castles in the sand
But now I'm reaching out again
And I'm not letting go 'till you...
Hold me, Mold me
Sometimes I feel so all alone
See, I gotta find my way Back Home
So why don't You Shape me, Make me
Wash me whiter than the snow
I gotta find my way... Back Home
Master upon my knees I pray
I just want to be the clay
Put your arms around me
Place my life in Your hands
Lord I know I'm just human
But you understand
This time I'm not letting go 'till You...
Hold me, Mold me
Sometimes I feel so all alone
See, I gotta find my way Back Home
So why don't You Shape me, Make me
Wash me whiter than the snow
I gotta find my way... Back Home
'Cause I'm lost and alone
I've been wandering long enough to know
Humbly I search for You
And I'm not gonna rest 'till You...
Choose me, Use me
Sometimes I feel so all alone
I am on my way Back Home
So why don't You Direct me, Bless me
Wash me whiter than the snow
I am on my way...