LOVE MADE ME NEW

When I was a slave,

A slave to sin,

The things of this world I crave,

Like a man lying in a cave,

Longing for a glittering light,

I wait for a deliverer.

Oh! He's here,

He grabs my heart, I flinch,

He does so even more, I resist,

He persist, I insist,

He shows me love, I wonder,

To give in, becomes an option.

He gives me reason to see,

Emotions boiling up in me,

I struggle, I dangle,

Lost in my choice of Master,

As my love whispers to me,

"New man, new man ", calls He

.

"I know he's here", my love says,

"... but you must master it,

For you are the master! "

The words of my love empowers me,

And I challenge his spell to a fight,

I'm in, I'm saved.

For sin shall hence have no rule,

To tell me what to do,

For I live for my love,

Under a new rule,

And I know the truth,

That I've been bought,

Made just and new.

As he makes to enchant me,

To make me blind and dumb,

I raise my voice in command,

"I am your master! Lieutenant Newman"

My emotions obey me,

I'm a free man.

Tommy Brian

@2017