Own Me

Music is a wonderful thing. It connects with the soul in a way that words cannot express, and sometimes I hear a song that feels like it is coming from the essence of who I am. And since the words aren't all of what makes a song good (and often not anywhere close to all), putting them on my blog really doesn't do them justice, but the words are good just the same. And also, with 4 exams left to go, I just don't have time to put anything up here besides the lyrics to a song that was in my head today.


Own Me

Got a stack of books so I could learn how to live;
Many are left half-read, covered by the cobwebs on my shelf.
And I got a list of laws growing longer every day;
If I keep pluggin' away, maybe one day I'll perfect myself.
Oh, but all of my labor seems to be in vain
And all of my laws just cause me more pain;
So I fall before You in all of my shame;
Ready and willing to be changed

Own me, take all that I am,
And heal me with the blood of the Lamb.
Mold me with Your gracious hand;
Break me till I'm only Yours-
Own me.

You call me Daughter,
And You take my blame;
And You run to meet me
When I cry out Your name.
So I fall before You in all of my shame,
Lord, I am willing to be changed

Own me, take all that I am
And heal me with the blood of the Lamb.
Mold me with Your gracious hand;
Break me till I'm only Yours-
Own me.


-Ginny Owens