Shaped Anew

Many fears to persevere
Many fears to die
Many fears to change -
myself to deny

Who can save me from myself?

Only one who has shed these tears
And beckoned me from despair
Into the bright, rolling hills of love
terrestrial Mercy - flesh he bears
Absorbing a torrent of destruction
Releasing a fury of grace
Drench me in this downpour
Cleanse me, no, recreate -
A new sprout in the soils of your lands
Where glory alone from the gardener's hands
Shapes me

1 comment:

zachary draper said...

Jonathan, this is so beautiful. "cleanse me- no recreate me" I really appreciated that line. This rings the bells of my soul, really it does.