Burn the old Bridge


If we keep looking over our past
Imagining what would have been
Wondering if we are missing out
Longing for what this body craves
Soon we’ll forget the chains of the old slave master
We’ve got to burn that bridge so we never look back


If we keep playing with the fire
Entertaining that old man of sin
Feeding him when he beckons us
Calling it a small slip into old habits
Soon those habits will become our lives
We’ve got to kill that old man and do it daily


How easily we forget the pains of slavery
It fades in our minds and says it wasn’t that bad
There were good things in Egypt we tell ourselves
Looking back on that bridge life doesn’t look so bad
But we should have burnt it when we closed over
We should never make peace with the old man of sin


We will never see what awaits us if we keep looking back
If our gaze is on the old life the new one will fade away
We will make sin into an idol of worship
We will trade off our priceless salvation
But soon we’ll realise how mistaken we are
Burn that bridge down and turn your gaze ahead


Look to the one who freed you from slavery
Look at the peace and joy he gives you in him
See what fellowship we enjoy with him
Walk this new bridge of life everlasting
Walk the path that brings you closer to him
Let you attention be on what he says in his word


Lord help us to kill the love of sinning
Give us your love for righteousness
Cause us to use our energy and time for you
To build bridges for the kingdom that lasts
To demolish ties with Satan and the world
And walk the narrow path that leads to life


Ours is the Life that Truly is life


As long as we are called to kill sin daily
To subject this body of sin to obedience
To go against the flow of this world
And wage war against the lies of Satan
Ours will always be a life of suffering


For to deny this man of sin won’t come easily
To reject the culture of our day won’t be welcome
The enemy of our souls won’t let us be
And doubt will easily creep in unnoticed
Yet ours is the assurance of the sons of God


It’ll be a battle that looks impossible to win
There will be days when we feel defeated
But we’ll rise to fight again and again
We’ll look foolish to deny our own cravings
But ours will be the true life of freedom


Ours is a hard calling, the call to wage war
Not with fellow man but within ourselves
To reject the ways of the natural man
To obey the Gospel and deny the inner man
But ours is the hope of everlasting life


Ours is the confidence to call God our father
The privilege to be God’s chosen people
To enjoy the freedom that only he can give
And to walk this earth with our Lord
Ours is the life that truly is life