There's more to this,
This thing we call living.
Everyone's all about the take,
What happened to the giving?

We take what we can
And still we want for more.
Receive one or two of something
While wanting three or four

There's gotta be another way,
A way to be grateful.
But when we don't get what we want
Everyone acts so hateful

There's a feeling of being owned,
Before we've done anything
A song that needs to be sung
That we can't even sing

Lyrics to write down
To give our thanks and praise.
But instead we wallow,
Depressed for days and days.

*This might just sound like
A difficult way to live,
But wouldn't be great to take what we take
And give all we have to give.

y o u
a r e
n o t
m i n e
and when i really think about it,
y o u
n e v e r
w e r e.
people have always been fickle
a constant storm of maybe-yes, maybe-no
in a world craving for certainty.
i thought that it might have been possible for you to be the one thing that'd never change,
but, oh how wrong i've been.
you are not mine.
you are His.
you have always been His
even when you didn't want to be.
you have always been His
even when you ran far                   far                    far                  away.
you have always been His
even when you said no.
you have always been His
even when you said yes to me.

you see, what i have failed to realize is that i own nothing.
nothing is mine.
all that i am
all that i have
is God's.
after all
who am i to say such things when He first gave them to me?

mother and father,
i cling to you so desperately but
you are not mine.

brothers and sisters,
whether by blood or choice
you are not mine.

pen and paper,
i have loved you for so long but
you are not mine.

and then there's you.
there has always been you
in the background
in the limelight
always somehow present
that somehow in my mind
i deemed you mine.

but like i said,
you are not mine.
you are His
fully and forever His.