If I’m to see this world transformed My vision must needs be reformed No more eye of shame Let me take the blame So in us Christ’s cross is here formed
If we are to drink the divine We must learn to silence our whine The voice of our flesh Refuses what’s fresh And clings with a death-grip to “Mine!”
If we’re to be free from our sins We must let God give us new skins And see that the cross Is more gain than loss For that is where wholeness begins
Today I will wear God-skin / As He wears mine
And no one pours new wine into old wineskins. If he does, the new wine will burst the skins, the wine will spill, and the wineskins will be ruined. Luke 5:37
This world has its ups and its downs Sometimes tis more crosses than crowns But even its worst Makes me for you thirst Your dance is the floor to my frowns
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