Walking a new path

Walking in the path of light, Not of own tirelessly fight. But of a broken and contrite heart, Clinging to this new creation not to part. I must become less of worldly ways, Drawn in as a sheep that shall not stray. Buried the Oldman by the quickening spirit In that day from a humble cry, you did visit Refined unto the glorious riches enticed, To be purified unto the likeness of Christ.