You would have me baby new
Fresh, soft, unscarred
Free of scab and callous
These years have hardened me
My skin is thick, my heart is old
My eyes are dim
Yet you would wash me
Make me new
In your cleansing fire
You burn me to release me
Not punishment but cure
The crust, not me, consumed
Though the flames are agony...
I awaken to a me I never knew
Born again to live afresh
New eyes, new heart, new hope
My world is young again
The darkness now is gone