O Lord, come rescue all my past–
Its water changed to Cana’s wine—
That from its sin I’m free at last:
It won’t impinge on present time.
May I see now that wine was there
Beneath the murky surface sin,
And see my past through wine that’s clear,
Reveals to me what’s always been,
And may your wine wash through me now,
Recall the “I” that you intend,
As I to Son in Spirit bow
That through me You can others mend.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 