His Slave

I take Christ as my Savior,
I yield to Him my will.
I take Him as my leader,
His purpose to fulfill.

I yield to Him completely, My body,mind,and soul. My hands shall do His bidding, My tongue shall He control.

My feet shall run for Jesus. My eyes shall look to Him. My lips shall sing His praises E'en when the sky is grim.

My tithe,my time,my talent To Him I yield them all. My heart shall heed His message, My ears shall heed His call.

My purpose,plans,and pleasure All must a channel be To tell the world of Jesus And how He died for me.

I take Christ as my keeper, To keep my heart each day, To give me strength and purpose To walk the narrow way.

I take Him as my wisdom. I take Him as my might. I take Him as my sunshine. I take Him as my light.

I take Him as my ruler. I give Him every key, And every room in this old heart In His sole charge shall be.

Since Jesus Christ has conquered, And rose up from the grave, I take Him as my master. I want to be His slave.

~Auther Unknown