His Own

At the cry of Holy, Holy!

Do the elders fall

And cast their crowns at the Lamb's feet

They give Him glory, all.

And to this end I do employ

My life, yes all my days

To give the Lord God glory

Praise Him for all His ways.

When I receive the crown of life

I'll cast it at His feet

And say, 'I don't deserve it Lord

for You are all I seek.'

Yeshua looks at me and smiles

Tells me, 'You are My own.'

Places the crown back on my head

Then leads me to His Throne,

And as I sit beside Him there

Tears run down my face;

Because He whispered in my ear

'My son, you've won the race.'

James 1:12; Revelation 4:8-11

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