New Wine
Words and Music by Brooke Ligertwood
VERSE 1:
In the crushing
In the pressing
You are making new wine
In the soil I now surrender
You are breaking new ground
In the crushing
In the pressing
You are making new wine
In the soil I now surrender
You are breaking new ground
PRE-CHORUS:
So I yield to You and to Your careful hand
When I trust You I don’t need to understand
So I yield to You and to Your careful hand
When I trust You I don’t need to understand
CHORUS:
Make me Your vessel
Make me an offering
Make me whatever You want me to be
I came here with nothing
But all You have given me
Jesus bring new wine out of me
Make me Your vessel
Make me an offering
Make me whatever You want me to be
I came here with nothing
But all You have given me
Jesus bring new wine out of me
VERSE 2:
In the crushing
In the pressing
You are making new wine
In the soil I now surrender
You are breaking new ground
In the crushing
In the pressing
You are making new wine
In the soil I now surrender
You are breaking new ground
VERSE TAG:
You are breaking new ground
You are breaking new ground
BRIDGE:
Where there is new wine
There is new power
There is new freedom
The Kingdom is here
I lay down my old flames
To carry Your new fire today
Where there is new wine
There is new power
There is new freedom
The Kingdom is here
I lay down my old flames
To carry Your new fire today
Fairly recently, I told a friend of mine that an anniversary (of sorts) was coming up. That anniversary marks THE YEAR. And I am choosing to make a conscious decision at that year to just let some stuff go.
Stuff (defined): emotional baggage, hurt, pain, anger, general frustration, victim mentality, source of excuse
Last year, nobody understood why I was angry and hurt. Truthfully, I didn’t understand the magnitude of it either. I had been hurt by church people before – surely, I could get over this. WRONG. I got in, under, and wrapped up in my pain, but never over it. I festered. I seethed. I threw a couple of pity parties. Even invited friends if I thought they’d join in.
When the dust settled, I still felt mangled and angry. I said I was forgiving. I really was trying. But forgiveness as an adult can be hard because we are so dang stubborn, and then psychoanalyze everything we do as “building walls”.
Y’ALL I have spouted building walls until I’m blue in the face.
We are dumb.
But I still had to forgive. I am commanded to forgive.
But his song struck me this week, because it is my prayer and my hope:
Make me Your vessel
Make me an offering
Make me whatever You want me to be
I came here with nothing
But all You have given me
Jesus bring new wine out of me
Make me an offering
Make me whatever You want me to be
I came here with nothing
But all You have given me
Jesus bring new wine out of me
I will be the first to admit that I have 10,000 “I don’t know” answers to my questions, but I am confident in this:
I know whose I am.
I know who is in control.
And I know that new wine is coming.And no more stuff. I'm holding tight to my anniversary.