Come, let us walk.
Pack up what you have.
Let yourself rise from the bed of sin which you have made.
Come out from that room, that tomb.
Have life, and life abundant.
Let us walk, you and I.
I will show you again.
The sparkle of the trees.
Their fresh aroma.
Let your burning eyes gaze upon My handiwork.
May you remember what it is like to breathe fresh air.
May you inhale life and exhale death.
Behold, I am doing a new work in you.
Behold, may you despise the grip of death.
Behold, may you never grow weary of doing good.
Behold, may you lay down the shackles of fear.
Behold, may you pick up My cross.
Behold, may you know again; I am mighty, I am good.
I am doing a new thing.
Will you walk with Me?