What happened to days of untethered youth
When what was required depended on truth?
When worries were few and troubles unknown,
What happened from then to the life now sown?
Our days filled with moments carefree and fun,
Quickly we find nothing under the sun,
Will satisfy fully or give us peace,
We watch as our hope and joy now decrease.
Time passes in torrents. In storms it flies.
Our laughter is mourned, replaced by our cries,
Our tears fill rivers, our moans sear the air,
Hearts might give up and give way to despair.
We come to our God with bruises and scars,
Of bludgeoning wounds which surpass the stars.
It’s then God completes the work that He’s done.
Our youth then returns and victory is won.
We come to Him broken, clinging to life,
We come when falter and can’t bear strife.
We surrender to God who does His best.
With Him in our place, we pass every test.
He gives us new life while we are still old,
Our time weathered bodies to Him unfold,
To perfectly formed and beautifully made,
He bathed me with blood the ransom is paid.
New life comes quickly. The old passes by,
We become new on the day that we die,
Breath comes from heaven and God’s only Son,
Old bodies renewed, His work is now done.