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.
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