He's making all things new

autumn you're here again but i feared your arrival
i thought the colours i sighed would choke the back of my throat
but they are here despite my denial

i sat cross legged on my bed and listened to the wind batter my pane
the clouds moved passed my window in complete defiance
my mind worked over the mess, the tattered canvas, the stain.

but He's making all things new again
im becoming whole once more

the broken girl searching rest for her head
no longer needs the peace at his chest, instead
she's being made whole again

old times felt the slice down her center, his lips on her eyes, the habit he made, the love that died, the grit in her mind, the salt in her wound, the picture of two, the true end of one, the tears in her eyes, the kiss he wiped dry, the stain that they left, the kick in the stomach, their moments in torrent, the hours they played, the decision they made, the rivers she wades.

but slowly He's making all things new
at last the putting together, the sight thats restored, the lessons in light, the gift of the flight, the peace He provides, the soothing her mind, the cure for the wound, her vision renewed, the Almighty One, the cross where He died, the snow that is new, the eternity He won, the choice i now make, my life until life fades.