For I have fallen, lower than low
In a place I’ve learned to call home.
A house that is comfortable and diminished.
Far from you I cry out
For I cannot face this world alone.
I belong to you.
Make me new. Make me new.
For I am dust; far from you.
I am walking in the sludge of my own mess,
Unknown to the fact that I can walk among the light,
No longer lost in the shadows.
Make me new
For my heart is far from you,
But I want to be close.
Make me new.
For I belong to you
My heart is low and broken.
Tempted and tried,
I am found guilty in the Judge’s eyes,
But you have made me new.
Joy such joy! on that day when I see my Maker’s face
And He smiles upon me with his unchanging grace.
Despite the muck and mire still on my shoes,
Despite the fear that wrapped me like a cloak,
Despite the judgement in my eyes,
And the unfaithfulness in my heart,
He forgave me and made me new.
Said “your past is no longer your own,
and I will pay the price of your disgrace.
If you let me love you, I will adopt you.”
And so I serve not out of compulsion,
but because of his compassion.
He set a fire.
He saved my soul.
He gave me a gift.
What could I do but lift my hands
When I remember His name?
For He made me new
Took my brokenness and called me worthy,
Made me belong in a place far better than I.
What am I to do but lift my hands?