a new song

this is not who I am

this old sin-song I sing

a lingering melody

I did not pen

and it did not pin me

against myself

in Christ—I am free

in Christ—I am me

a whole creation from the start

I was living with a broken heart

in a world with a imperfect melody

its sin-sick song sang over me

a lullaby that kept me free

from the true freedom to be found

in the silence of a hushed crowd

straining to hear a new sound

of a freedom song, sung by Grace herself

a melody to truly set me free

a freedom found apart from me

the shattered self I thought I had to be

made whole by a new song

forever being sung over me by the God

who made me whole from the start

broken by the sin of man’s first heart

set ablaze a wildfire of destruction

descending into every generation

made whole, again, by a fountain of blood

an elixir of life

found in one man’s death

and again in mine

dying to the brokenness I’d resigned

to function as everyone else alike

made alive in this faith-made-sight

looking to a Savior, bound in light

binding me to Himself

forever whole, and free

singing this new melody

unchained by the sin-song

that still lingers in the sound

of the sinner-made-saint,

the lost-made-loved

singing this new song, 

“Amazing grace, I am found.”