Made New

Shall I greet another day

As like unto the last

Where all mine hours doth flee away

And slip into the past?

Shall I bear one burden more,

Yet for another’s sake,

That they might live and I might die

As crushed my soul doth break?

Shall I weep for bygone dreams,

Faded, lost and spoiled,

Buried once for all it seems

‘neath drudgery and toil?

Shall I have naught as my own,

Not time nor peace nor rest,

Yet lay all down and for love’s sake

My weakened spirit test?

Though my flesh should protest much,

My weary heart shall cry:

Yea, I shall do all these things

Because my Savior died.

Crown and throne and Heav’n He left

All for the likes of me,

And when He doth return He’ll set

My prisoned spirit free!

And so for now I soldier on

The narrow path of death,

Mine eyes fixed on the risen King,

The One who gives me breath.

And when at last I kiss the One

Whose Name is Good and True,

My soul shall quicken at His words:

“I’m making all things new.”