I am not my own, I’ve been bought with a price
The precious blood of Jesus Christ
He has washed away all my sin and shame
He made me His child and calls me by name

He offered His life to ransom my soul
The nails in His hands and the thorns in His brow
From the cross He forgave me so I could be saved
Then He died once for all and was placed in the grave

For three days He laid there and all hope seemed lost
He had suffered and died a cruel death on the cross
But the stone rolled away and He rose from the dead
Now He’s alive and in heaven He rests

I owe Him my life. I owe Him my all
What can I give Him that died for us all
My sacrifice is to give everything
All that I am is my offering