You’re making me new
Giving me a new groove.
Wiping clear the past,
Correcting us with Your divine chast.
While the rod de God hurts
It’s a blessing, not a curse.
His favor is for us
Else He’d let us continue
Down the road of execution.
We would bring death upon a beautiful thing
But He said “No, not to these precious beings.
I now bring to light the darkness
Of the wicked one.
These are my people and I have won.”