New
Creation
Cleanliness doesn't sing
To the ears
Like poetry,
And sin doesn't pierce
Through the heart
Like the enemy.
Adrenaline and enjoyment
Pump through this vessel
Until the line’s blurred.
You would think
Walking away from my Saviour
Would hurt.
We measure the severity,
The wrongness,
The size;
But we forget that it’s really
All the same
In His eyes.
Die
to thy self
OH, I WISH I COULD DIE!
Each day’s a new chance,
A new spirit of mind.
Well, I declare today.
I declare it’s time.
Jesus’ footsteps?
I wish they were mine;
So I could prove He lives inside
us
Before we meet Him in the sky;
And the Spirit will transform us
If we surrender our heart and
time.
Now as I take up my cross,
I rip off all this flesh
And join Him in just what I
deserve:
Death.
Then, together we rise,
And forward we move
To dispose of this nature,
And finally prove
That sin is no master,
And I am no slave.
That’s what He promised
When He rose from the grave.
His footsteps aren't mine,
But I follow them by faith.
Obedience and cleanliness
Are my thanks that I’m saved.
Not under the law,
I no longer suffocate.
I’m not an instrument of
wickedness,
I’m a product of grace.
He can’t die more than once;
He already took our place.
And that once for all sacrifice
Means eternal life awaits.
So righteousness is mine;
My Best Friend bought it for me.
He gave it as a gift
When I was lost and dirty.
All praise and glory to that Man
Who paid with His own blood.
I can’t possibly walk away
When I know just how He loves.
