He Owns

He Owns-
	Who owns?-
	He owns
	this work of His,
	this dream He dreamt of me
	when all was nothing, 
	still,
	bursting for creation
	within His Abba Heart.
He owns my heart
	but not my disobeying,
	not my turning away
	to act the little god
	that something, some one
	in me
	wants me to be.
He owns my everything.
	I dis-own Him
	in crevices and corners
	that I hide from Him-
	or think I do-
He owns me and He calls
	for gazeful listening
	for He is still creating me
	from clay
	into His vessel.
He owns me,
	owns my sins, 
	for One,. One Jesus, Son, 
	has become my disobeying, 
	and its loss, abandonment, and death.
	He is my Sin, and I am free,
	unchained,
	connected by His Gift of death, 
	-His death,-
	that I might shine again.