Reserved

If you were reserved, like a chair And only The King could sit there Marked off, strictly just for his use Would you reassign yourself for abuse? The truth is that you are sanctified Set apart just for Him like the tithe Though the tenth is His own, every dime Can be misused, misspent, or denied You are holy by the blood of The King Not, because, if, or when, anything! But to be holy you must take it by force And see reserved for The King enforced So see yourself pure, don’t be sinning Don’t give up the fight and the winning For His purpose your vessel was chosen What He owns is not tarnished but golden You are sanctified, His earthen vessel But to be sanctified you must wrestle When you see what’s been done by the blood What you are, you will be, you’ll have won