I need a fresh vision of Jesus —
the One who turned the water into wine;
the One who took what was fully offered
and filled the thirsty from the Vine.
I need a fresh vision of Jesus —
the One on whom the Spirit descended;
the One who bestowed this selfsame power,
and with his presence attended.
I need a fresh vision of Jesus —
the One who sought the lost and wounded;
the One who sincerely cared for sinners
and from their hell and night lifted.
I need a fresh vision of Jesus —
the One who stooped to wash dirty feet,
the One who didn't cling to his status,
but with joy served even the least.
I need a fresh vision of Jesus —
the One who came to do his Father's will;
the One who drank the bitter cup fully,
bearing all the shame on that Hill.
I need a fresh vision of Jesus —
the One seated at the Father's right hand;
the One bearing the wounds from Calvary,
who pleads our case when we don't stand.
I need a fresh vision of Jesus —
the One risen and now reigning above;
the One who by his indwelling Spirit
prepares his Bride to reign in love.
I need a fresh vision of Jesus . . .
