Old Leaves

The tree was quite naked
Only a few leaves remained
They seemed determined
They would hang until spring
But like all else in life
Once winter has come
We must release old
If we want God newness to bring
Old habits, and attitudes
Old language and such
May be comfortable
And even accepted
But God wants to do new things
In all of our lives
So the old leaves must drop
As expected
Let God have His way
In the winter of your life
It is cold, it is bitter
For a season
He is preparing you for spring
He is setting the stage
He demands you let go
Of the old for this reason
A leaf spends more time on the ground
Than it ever does on the tree
If all my old leaves refuse to fall down
What kind of man will I be?
Let God have His way
Let Him shake the old loose
Don’t refuse the changes
He wants to bring
Your refusal hurts you
As you cling to the old
And celebrate death
While new life comes in the spring

Isaiah 43:19 Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.