My thoughts in cavalcade march through my mind
In heaven’s order–heal my sin-sick soul:
Re-make me from the inside out in time
As Jesus makes my past and future whole.
My childhood, teen years, all the years ’til now
Are re-made by the power of His Cross
As I no longer to my idols bow
But count as gain all these that I have lost.
For first time I can see my past anew–
A past I couldn’t see ’til it was born
Through empty tomb as all my life I view
And know His glory here my life adorns.
His cavalcade in me His glory makes
As truth at last the thirst of my soul slakes.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 