Possessed
I used to be possessed
and I didn't even know.
There's times I'd want to go someplace
and I couldn't even go.
Sometimes it was my job
or maybe my responsibility.
I don't know what it was
but I had this inability
to do whatever I wanted.
I was never truly free.
I don't know how it happened
but my possessions possessed me.
Now I've finally reached that stage.
I can give it all away.
Now if the Lord called on me
I could walk with Him today.
Yes I could give it all up for the Lord
though I'm to poor to even sing.
I may have nothing that you see
but I tell you, I have everything. Amen
Copyright © Allan Granstrom | Year Posted 2009
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