His... Not Mine;
Oh...the joy of love Divine
Such peace and assurance...
To be His... not mine.
Twas wretched and poor,
Once enslaved to sin;
Til His light shone all about me,
And His grace reeled me in.
Now a slave to righteousness...
Oh what joy to be;
In the service of my Lord,
The One whose blood bought me.
From the day to day horror
Of a lost and helpless soul;
To adoption... a child of God,
The One from whom all things flow.
Unmerited favor(?)... now I understand;
I am born again.... Not of myself....
But by the touch of the Master's Hand!
Touched...
The DOGpreacher
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