By Paul Norris


A breath I take, a sigh revealed.  

Old wounds that never healed.


An empty glass, that is me.

Yet shattered not, oh, destiny.


Once filled with hate and bitterness,

reached for more but found less.


Jesus called, with Him I rise up.

Once an empty glass, now an honored cup.


This new wine I now hold,

this honored cup remade to gold.