Vapors of sorrow
Whispers of delight
From just which direction
Comes unapproachable light?
Are you sweet?
Or are you sour?
Can’t you just be something
For one whole hour?
Must you muddy the clear
And taint the spring?
Just what drives this folly
Can’t you name that thing?
Doubt the gentle?
Ridicule the kind?
Piss on the fire
And then trip up the blind?
What is your name?
The root of your desire?
Destined for darkness
And unquenchable fire.
Resist and flee!
Begone, and swept away!
I am a new creature
An ever fresh day-spring I say!
So up and away!
The cross has done
The work completed
A new song being sung
Jesus the Name!
Jesus the Way!
Given quivering lips
So I too can say…
Jesus is Lord!
No place now for sorrow
Brand new today
Even more tomorrow
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