Becoming a new life in Christ


Oh, poor little creature thrust into the world
With fragile feelers and wings half-furled,
Fearing the unknown, dreading so soon
The challenge of life outside the cocoon.

Feeling fore-boding at freedom’s call,
Suspecting the nectar of life as gall.
You would not go forward, you cannot retreat
To the dark little world in ruins at your feet.


God’s word is more precious than silver or gold
And cannot be stolen away.
It quickens and nurtures our re-born spirits
And teaches us wisdom each day.
God’s word is a light and a lamp in our darkness;
Unerring the truth it imparts.
It’s a blue-print, a map, a book of instruction
And a letter of love to our hearts.
Let us feed on the milk and the meat of His word
Which sustain us and minister grace,
By faith drawing comfort, refuge and strength
As we patiently run life’s race.