His Not Mine

His, Not Mine

Oh, the joy,
Of love Divine,
Such peace and assurance,
To be His, and 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 who rescued me.

From the day to day horror,
Of a lost and helpless soul;
To adoption, yes, a child of God,
The One from whom all things flow.

Unmerited favor (?),
Yes, now I understand;
I am born again, not of myself,
But by the touch of the Master's Hand!

Touched,
The DOGpreacher