All Things New

Your people are broken, your people are aching,

Fragmented, confused underneath sin and death;

But you are our Father, who loves us forever,

And all the dry bones come to life at your breath.

Our tears become rivers of blood, burn like acid,

Corroding the heart and despairing the soul;

But you, our Redeemer have bought us, will keep us,

Your body was broken that we might be whole.

We flail in our weakness, collapse in the shadows,

Heart broken and helpless, know not what to do;

O Spirit of God, who gives life to the dying,

Look down on creation and make all things new.