Not My Own
By Josh Watkins
Proud I am,
Great I am not.
Courage I possess,
Strength I do not.
Words I own,
A voice I have not.
A heart I was given,
But the love is all
His.
Blind are my eyes,
Only by His way shall
I see.
Weakness flows in my
blood,
Yet His spirit makes
me strong.
Mortal am I, enslaved
is my state,
But through his
sacrifice,
I have been set free,
From all these
hindrances that once bound me,
And with Him now I
shall live eternally.
Not all poetry has to be vast in length. Sometimes short and sweet is all you need to drive a point or idea home. That is the case of this piece. Simply put, I have things, but these things are nothing without Jesus. Everything I possess is because of Him. Because of Him, I am free.
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