I am a new creation

I am a new creation, born
of blood and tears and pain,
born upon a hill of bones
and nurtured on a tree.

I am a child of the king,
born a cripple, made a prince:
the beggar picking children’s crumbs
and made an heir with them.

I am the shining of His face
for when He shines on me
my nothingness becomes His home
and He my bright new day.

I am a new creation, born
of blood and tears and pain.
His are the tears, His is the pain;
His blood sings in my place.

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