The Old Now New
We don't profess to be the pill
The cure for all but if you're still
You may just hear the voice that made
The Universe, by GOD sustained
Thirst grows deep where shaky ground
Seems like quicksand where down your bound
In troubled land where many drown
In sinking sand, your last go round
Witness you do your own demise
By hands that choke what would surprise
You who claims no hand in this
Or so you think, on cheek too kiss
We all have destiny to fulfill
A soul encased in shell we kill
Cutting ties with He who saves
The best to come, still to be played
Your role is to believe that change
Is built on Rock as He arranged
That's GOD who sees how much to press
Upon your heart that He knows best
Take a stand with you He found
Watch CHRIST astound and turn around
The old that gasps today's last breath
The new brought back to life from death
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