THE LIFE I HAVE

The life I have isn't mine

I know, I owe it to the divine.

I know my maker lives and

Tells me gently that I am his.

To know that I belong,

To know that I am his

Is a thought that I love to cherish.

In this world of greed and pride

That makes another to suffer and cry.

In this world of life and death

Where joys and sorrows

Exists side by side,

It is way beyond my comprehension

Why the god who made the stars and sky

Would love me much and be my constant guide?

Too wonderful to fathom

That I am his

And he is there beside to lead me through.

He sent his son who died for me

And bore my sins and washed me clean

It is the power of his cleansing blood

It is the power of his nail pierced hand

It is the power of his tender love

That makes me think, that I belong

That I belong to the one who made

The stars and sky and the universe.

His love for me makes me feel that

The life I have isn't mine,

But I owe it to the divine.