As I Am Now

As I am now,

I will not be for long.

Jesus raised me up;

I’ll praise Him with a song.

Though my body now,

Is subject to decay.

My spirit is alive;

And a new body’s on the way.

Jesus Christ our Lord,

Died and rose again.

If you confess Him as your Savior,

You too will be like Him.

When He died and suffered.

His body was entombed.

This was no bit of theater,

But necrosis through and through.

God the Father raised Him;

Fully back to life.

No shred of death remains Him,

He’s conquered by His might.

When you and I now trust Him,

In our spirit we are raised.

He begins to make us like Him,

And conform to us His ways.

He’s with us in His Spirit,

Who in us now abides.

And though we do still stumble,

His Spirit loves and guides.

While our souls have risen,

Our bodies dead remain.

But one day these too,

Will like Jesus be remade.

Though we sow in tears,

Soon we’ll harvest and rejoice.

We’ll have bodies that get younger,

And we’ll praise Him with one voice.

As the years roll ever onward,

In that blessed, eternal land.

We’ll grow younger, stronger, wiser,

Fully free from death’s demand.

The seed of this new growth,

Is now planted in our hearts.

When we believe in Jesus,

New life and His fruit starts.

By His Spirit He produces,

Living fruit in this dead world.

Through His children He induces,

His banner ‘Love’ to be unfurled.

Though I am a work in progress,

My redemption is complete.

What He’s begun He will accomplish,

And one day soon I’ll kiss His feet.