Ode to the Owned

my spirit speaks of a tale of old,

a dream of thought to behold,


i felt free today with His words,

even though "Mine" was all that was heard,


my freedom comes from knowing i am owned,

i reap the benefits of a knowledge that was sewn,


i have worked hard to learn how to please,

a pleasant shock to find myself free on my knees,


as i cried today with ecstasy,

i knew He had finally found me,


a joy to find my heart not on loan,

i am simply to the core owned.


© J.A. Rodgers 2001-2006 all rights reserved.

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