A poem for wedding week...

You’ve taken my water and changed it to wine,
Where once I saw duty I glimpse the divine,
You’ve taken my old rags and dressed me in white,
And You make all things new.
The things that once fed me have lost their appeal,
I’ve feasted on glory and You’ve made me feel
The cravings for Bread to my soul’s full delight,
And You make all things new.
My heart yearns for beauty and longs to be known,
I ache for a promise that I’m not alone,
You come, My Beloved, and speak in my night,
And you make all things new.
Your joy is a mystery, a secret that’s held
And lavished with passion that cannot be quelled,
You awaken the eyes of my soul with new sight,
And you make all things new.
I drink from a fountain that never runs dry,
And cling to an altar that shouldn’t be mine,
You open Your arms and make everything right,
And you make all things new.
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