This weary old world

I donít know the future

And I barely understand the past

But I know the one who is faithful and true

Whose word will forever last.

This weary old world knows nothing of

The one in whom I take my rest

For restless hears can have no love

For the One in whom theyÝ canÝ be blessed.

This weary old world needs a taste of true joy

To let go of striving to let go of their toys

In exchange for a purpose

In exchange for new birth

But so may go their own way

Till Christ returns to Earth

And then as we behold Heíll make all things new

The fresh thing will replace the old-As He said he would do.

And this weary old world will see judgment outpoured

And the ones who believed will then rest in the lord.

Anthony Foster March 2, 2005