"New"

What is this sun the conquers mountains,

singing over what has been asleep?

What is it that softens all my doubting?

It's YOU.

Morning brings a hunger for new eyes,

that have been covered by the hurt of yesterday.

Who could create in me the vision of a little child?

It's YOU.

You take an ordinary day

and turn it into flowers like the month of May,

Yes You do.

You see all my pain,

and cry over it for hours till I'm new again,

Yes You do.

When I have been a victim of familiarity,

when my heart has fallen into sleep,

Healing is the voice that awakens me,

and it is YOU.

You take an ordinary day,

and turn it into flowers like the month of May.

Yes You do.

You see all my pain,

and cry over it for hours till I'm new again,

Yes You do.

You.

You make me NEW....

(Bethany Dillon, "New")

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