Beauty For Ashes
I’ve seen beauty, I’ve seen strength;
I’ve seen them all pass away at length.
I’ve seen such class that influence the masses;
But I’ve seen them die and turn to ashes.
My ashes remain at the foot of the cross,
From whence I’ve risen to gain against loss
A life eternal, a life all new,
A life that’s known by only a few.
Now, I’m ready to write a song,
A song to the Lover who forgave my wrong.
He calls me out from the wandering masses,
He loves my soul and gives me beauty for ashes.
“To give them beauty for ashes…” (Isaiah 61: 3)