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
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