My life is not my own to give
It is what I from God receive
He is the maker of my soul,
the One Who casts me in this role.
Against His will I simply can't,
I am but putty in His hand.
He made me me in joy and pain,
the pleasure found in Him, my gain.
If I depart from here today,
it is with Him that I'll go stay.
He'll welcome me with arms outstretched
and lay me down upon His breast.
