I should have, could have, and would have been
my own selfish deity.
Completely without hope beyond this age,
Destined to a life a cyclical misery.
YET. Out of all the rebellious hearts of stone,
you breathed life into mine.
I can live to bring you praise.
There is purpose for my days.
You’ve taken all my shame,
so your glory I’ll proclaim.
My eyes are opened to your grace.
I delight to seek your face.
This old creation, your made new.
For altering my
Yahweh, Thank You.