Sometimes, Lord, my life seems just
the "same old-same old,"
day in, day out
and over and over again...
I easily get caught in this cycle,
going nowhere fast, losing sight of hope
and all that tomorrow might hold...
But every day's a new canvas, Lord,
if I pick up my paints and my brushes...
Every day's a blank sheet of paper
waiting for me to write a new chapter...
Every day's a fresh lump of clay
waiting for me to mold and to shape and sculpt...
Every day has 24 hours
waiting to show what you'd have me see,
to speak what you'd have me hear,
to lead where you'd have me go,
to open my heart to something new,
to the promise of what's yet to be...
Shake me free of the same old-same old
and waken me, Lord, to the day at hand,
the day you offer, the day you've made
for me to live anew...