My body is not my own
I was made in the hands of
Almighty God
These hands, this voice
These legs, this heart
Are gifted
I am like the homeless
Who received a house
To live
Will I not treat it as a precious gift?
Shall it not receive honor as a temple of
the Most High?
Will it not be used as a tool, a weapon
to fight for the Creator's glory
Of this I bow my head
and raise these hands
For thee
But this, not any other
is not my treasure
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