Owned

Once I was my own-
At least that's what I thought-
Had a set of morals,
And did what I ought.
I had a personality
Fun and quite unique;
Troubled times were few,
Few places was I weak.
Since I did not know
That I was enslaved,
I would never seek
Some way to be saved.
Then the Word came
And revealed unto me
How deceived I was
In my false reality.
My morals were wrong,
I learned, to begin;
My sham personality
Just hiding my sin.
Suddenly broken,
My soul was set free-
To be more enslaved
Than I knew I could be.

No longer my own,
I was bought with a price,
Chained to the cross,
Bond servant of Christ.
Personality lost,
I submit to His will;
My own is now lost,
His I fulfill.
I have no thought
I claim as my own;
My hopes and my dreams,
Away they have flown.
Once I was strong,
But now I am weak.
Once sure of myself,
I have become meek.
Before I was happy,
Content in my lot;
Eyes opened, my heart
Is troubled a lot.
Does it seem wrong to you
To live this sort of life,
That my once peaceful world
Has filled up with strife?
Does this sort of vision
Seem to you sad,
That once freed from sin,
One ought always be glad?

Let me reassure you,
My life is by no means bleak.
For I am most strong
When I realize I'm weak.
No thought of my own-
For God's thoughts are higher.
Lining mine up with His,
He grants my desire.
True bliss is not found
When you are uninformed,
But when to the truth
You have been conformed.
Personality lost,
I have taken on His,
And with trials around,
I become more like Him.
Enslaved to His purpose,
I have found greater joy
Than ever I knew
While in sin's employ.
For all that He takes
He gives back seven fold.
I had to give up dross
That I might accept gold.
Do not have pity on me
That I am not my own.
For my Master is good;
I am no longer alone.