Yours to Use Jesus

Not just on Sundays
When the hymns are sung,
But in every moment
When words leave my tongue.
My life… ohhh…
Is Yours to use, Jesus.

When I’m driving
And see a soul in need,
Or in the garden
When I plant a seed.
My life… ohhh…
Is Yours to use, Lord Jesus.

Let my children see
A mom who serves,
Full of gratitude,
Who gets on Satan’s nerves.
Uh huh…
Keep teaching me, Jesus.

Let my husband feel
A love so deep,
That he never doubts
And in peace can sleep.
Hmm mmmm…
Be first with us, Jesus.

I’m a failure when I try alone
To carry burdens like a heavy stone.
So I run to You,
And everything is known.
You lift them off of me
And set them by Your throne.
Ohhh…
I love trusting You, Jesus.

When my time is up,
And there is no more breath,
Please celebrate my life,
Not just mourn my death.
Ohhh… ohhh…
I pray it honored You, Jesus.