Like dead leaves falling to the ground
My old self flutters down to death
And leaves behind what Jesus found
When He restored my Eden’s health.
Forgiveness and a restored heart,
Now waters me whom Jesus grows
From seed ‘twas planted at my start
Toward future only Jesus knows.
In wildest dreams I never knew
The self He had in store for me,
And virtues in me He imbued
When sown in me now sets me free.
At last my heart begins to see
Myself ‘twas born so long ago
Who comes in view when on a Tree
I died with Him who loves me so.
For my false self has come and gone
The way of flesh that has no life,
And Jesus says to it “Begone!”
For it can’t live in Jesus’ light.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 