Got a stack of books,
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So I could learn how to live;
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Many are left half-read,
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Covered by the cobwebs on my shelf.
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And I got a list of laws,
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Growing longer everyday;
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If I keep pluggin' away,
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Maybe one day I'll perfect myself.
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Oh, but all of my labor,
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Seems to be in vain;
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And all of my laws,
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Just cause me more pain;
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So I fall before You,
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In all of my shame;
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Ready and willing to be changed-
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Chorus:
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Own me
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Take all that I am,
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And heal me
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With the blood of the Lamb.
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Mold me
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With Your gracious hand;
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Break me till I'm only Yours-
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Own me
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Oh, you call me Daughter,
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And you take my blame;
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And you run to meet me,
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When I cry out Your name,
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So I fall before You,
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In all of my shame.
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Lord, I am willing to be changed
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Chorus
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Own Me
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| Ginny Owens |
