Mine, Mine, Mine

I used to go to Sunday School,
But I still broke every rule,
I never seemed to learn to toe the line,
But then one fateful day,
I heard the Savior say:
"I want you to be mine, mine, mine."

"You'll be mine, mine, mine,
I'll love you for all time,
And in my hand you'll stay,
You can't be plucked away,
I'll never let you go,
Because I love you so,
And you'll be mine, mine, mine."

I just sat there in that pew,
Not knowing what to do;
He said, "You must leave your sinful life behind;
If in Me you will believe,
My Spirit you'll receive,
And then you will be mine, mine, mine."

"You'll be mine, mine, mine,
I'll love you for all time,
And in my hand you'll stay,
You can't be plucked away,
I'll never let you go,
Because I love you so,
And you'll be mine, mine, mine."

So I took Him at His word,
And I made Him my Lord,
And now my life is fine, fine, fine!
I repented from my sin,
And Jesus took me in,
He said "I've made you mine, mine, mine".

"You're mine, mine, mine,
I'll love you for all time,
And in my hand you'll stay,
You can't be plucked away,
I'll never let you go,
Because I love you so,
And forever you'll be mine, mine, mine."



© 2008 by Kathryn Brandon; all rights reserved.
This poem is my original work, and may not be
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