Be Transformed

Miles and miles away, the mountains dipped in snow,

Are but a brush stroke on an easel of God.

The ancient river and valleys languish

Before the once smoke-filled lava domes.

And man runs through the wilderness

He thinks has been

Caught, conquered and tamed.

But he is a lost soul trying to hide

The nakedness of sin so openly exposed.

And God who brushed in the mountains also purposed man's place.

It cannot be changed, It cannot be different,

But it can be yielding and accepted.

Then from God’s own plan, transformed.

See your nakedness!

Be transformed

See your sin!

Be transformed

See God’s plan!

Be transformed

Yield to God, accept His way for mankind,

And be transformed!

Through God, our Heavenly Father

His Son, Jesus Christ

The guide of the Holy Spirit

Be transformed

The turmoil is settled. The scene is calm. Man is with the Creator.

And a new easel is brought before God