We've been around, seen it all
jaded and worn down by experience
hurt by the world's harsh judgment
and yet we must be made new.
Every morning with the feeble light
we rise us as new beings of God
cherished and desired by a loving Creator
with new eyes of childlike wonder.
Our skins papery and leather like
made soft and supple again by love
our ancient bones our twisted hands
straightened by the touch of hope.
We must put on our dancing shoes
come to the celebration in our best
rejoicing in the possibility of new life
the old reformed made new again.