I Am Not My Own
I am not my own, and God settles it
Paid by price divine, my life now is His...
Esteemed and valued, I’m wondrously formed
Verily wrought-out with Providence love.
I am not my own; my life isn’t mine
Kept by the great almighty Creator...
With redemption’s eternal assurance
Belonging* to Him, my heart yields with thanks.
Since I'm not my own, I'll live for my Lord
Serving Him with joy; following His steps...
Not as a robot, or vain mannequin
But as Christ's steward gladly reaching-out.
*Mark 9:41 For whosoever shall give you a cup of water to drink in my name, because ye belong to Christ, verily I say unto you, he shall not lose his reward.
August 6, 2019
2nd place, "STRAND choice 8 any theme any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/28/2020.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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