I've been made brand new,
You took the canvas of my life,
torn and covered with unhealed wounds
and washed it clean
giving me a chance to paint hope.
Stone by stone the walls have crumbled
walls to keep others out,
walls that once held me captive
I'll take the stones and build
an alter of worship for you, Lord.
I'm breaking out of the mold
to be refined like silver
until all they see in me
is all of you
as you continue making me
brand new.
December 9, 2007
All the poetry on here is mine (C) and cannot be copied or reproduced without my permission. Please respect me and the work that I've put in to these pieces. I'm open to comments and input is always appreciated. So, I hope you enjoy and are touched by "The Music of my Soul".
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