Priscilla Engle - No Need

Just passing through this life
To learn to obey
This blade of grass I am
Withers away
I am not my own

This temple stands so tall
Formed out of clay
Dust to dust will return
The spirit is raised
I am not my own
It's not here I belong

No need for this body of flesh and bone
No need for an altar or temple of stone

Wherein your treasure is
Your heart will be
To seek life's temporal things
Is not for me
I am not my own
(Not my own)
It's not here I belong

No need for this body of flesh and bone
(It's not my own)
No need for an altar or temple of stone
(Bow down)

I am not my own
(Not my own)
It's not here I belong

No need for this body of flesh and bone
(It's not my own)
No need for an altar or temple of stone
(Bow down)

No need for this body of flesh and bone
(It's not my own)
No need for an altar or temple of stone
(Bow down)

(Bow down)
On the knees of your heart