Not for My Own Gain

They gather round, a hungry crowd They sit and listen, speak Your Name out loud With mouths that promise, hearts that roam For what they can get, to lead them home. Not for the miracle, the truth revealed, But for the loaves and fishes, easily healed.

No, not for convenience, not for my own gain, Not for the comfort, to escape the pain. I come with empty hands, a heart laid bare, I owe You everything, beyond compare. You gave Your Son, I am Yours alone, My life, my will, Your sovereign throne.

When trials come, and storms begin to rage, The easy gospel turns another page. If blessing falters, or the path grows steep, We seek a promise, we refuse to keep. Ignoring whispers of a servant's call, We chase the blessings, letting character fall.

I deserve nothing, a sinner's plea, Yet by Your mercy, You rescued me. So break my pride, my independence too, My time, my future, everything for You. My family, my strength, my very breath, All consecrated, till my final death. Still not enough, for all You've done, Through Christ, Your only Son.

No, not for convenience, not for my own gain, Not for the comfort, to escape the pain. I come with empty hands, a heart laid bare, I owe You everything, beyond compare. You gave Your Son, I am Yours alone, My life, my will, Your sovereign throne.

Yours alone, I am Yours alone. A servant's heart, for Your Kingdom known. My life, my will, Your sovereign throne.