New Hearts

Lord, in majesty drawing nigh.

Your mighty hand tenderly paints

the color in the desert evening sky.

Look up dear heart

and see the work of His hand;

even the sky obeys the Lord's command.

Be still dear heart,

as before you colors of night unfolding,

the glory of the Lord,

your eyes beholding.

The moon hangs suspended in the night

by Him who spoke to create its light.

The soft colors of dawn reveal God's glory;

telling human hearts of the greatest love story.

And in the west in the dawn so still,

stands a lighted cross upon a hill.

Speaks to us of Him who died;

beaten, broken, then crucified.

His lifeless body taken down from the cross;

by hearts shattered and grieved at the loss.

But three days later as the night gave way;

dawn's light came to reveal the stone rolled away.

Victory in Jesus' eyes it shone;

as for our sins He did atone.

And in our souls those hearts of stone;

can be rolled away as His truth has shown.

The earth itself

in His presence does tremble.

Creation sings its praises

at the gates of His temple.

The mountains stretch heavenward

at the sound of His voice;

urging human hearts

to make their choice.

Bow down dear one,

humble your heart.

Worship the Living God

it's not too late to start.

Tears of joy on your face

as you look in His eyes,

Nail scarred hands touch your soul

till you are humble inside.

Then you'll wonder in awe

under dawns soft colored hue

gone is your heart of stone;

and in its place a heart made new.

An Original Conversations at the Well Poem
By Diana Morgan
Copyright January 10, 2010