The one who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” -Revelation 21:5
My past lukewarmness, though Your heart it rent,
You used to thrust wide open Mercy’s door.
The stumblings I so heartily resent
Do keep me humble, urge me trust You more.
All things I learned with mind on wordly aims
You used to teach Your Truth, reveal Your Light.
My darkest moments sorrow no more claims;
They prove to me Your Love’s sustaining might.
Beneath that might triumphant now I hide,
For future sorrow I cannot evade.
All former pains within Your Will reside,
And future ills through Providence are made.
All sin, all gain, all love, each loss I dread:
You make things new—all things—just as you said.