There is really no returning to the
life you’ve lived before,
No room for backward yearning when
you’re seeking something more.
For the old ways now are cold ways
and their light is growing dim
And the sunrise calls you onward if
you long to follow him.
There has never been regression
from the hatchling to the egg,
For the egg makes no concession
though you scream and cry and beg.
And the old familiar wineskins
cannot hold the brand new wine
And it’s foolishness to try it, and
against all God’s design.
For the grace that can so change us
cannot be confined by law
Though men seek to rearrange us
into what we were before.
For the old dams have been broken
and the river’s running free,
And the word which God has spoken
is transforming you and me.
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