Not My Own
For many years the battle raged as I firmly stood my ground
For I was in control and confidence abound
I was certain who I was as I marched through this town
And many times I was asked “Do you renounce?”
But I was in control and simply I said “No”
Then a voice called my name while in the pew that day
Who would have ever thought he’d picked me today?
What Lord? What did you say?
I am not my own?
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