As I sit in the silence staring out my window
At the dead, dreary garden in front of me,
I hear a voice whisper, “All things new”

I look around for the person from whom the voice came, but I can’t find Him
I focus my gaze back outside
Suddenly, I gasp
The dead tree in the garden is coming back to life!
The leaves are growing back on it, green and new
I hear the whisper again, “All things new”

I search the garden for the person again, and this time I see Him
He’s walking around the garden
I step away from my window and open the door
I step outside and study Him

He’s clothed in white;
His eyes shine like the brightest stars
I watch, awestruck, as He bends downs and touches a dead flower
He whispers again,
“All things new,” and to my delight
The wilted flower straightens and its petals burst into brilliant colors

He straightens and notices me
He smiles, and for a split second I can’t breathe
There’s something holy, yet gentle about this man
Something inside of me wants to run and hug Him,
but I stand rooted where I am, staring at Him–fearful, yet amazed
He nods His head at me, and with a twinkle in His eyes beckons me over
I slowly approach

Something about this man feels holy
I bow low

He touches me gently on the head, and at His touch all my fears melt away
I stand up slowly, gazing into His eyes
He smiles and bends down low
His forehead touches mine
He reaches out His hand and touches my chest where my heart is
He looks into my eyes and whispers, “All things new”

I shudder and feel this electric shock travel through my entire body
I smile
I feel refreshed, new—as if something inside of me has come back to life
He stands up and touches my cheek with His hand
A tear slowly drips down my face; He wipes it away

“The old has passed away—the new has come,” He whispers tenderly, wiping away my tear
He puts His arm around my shoulder and looks around at the garden
He whispers again, “All things new”

The dead garden springs to life
Everywhere I look, things start blooming and growing higher than before
I look back at Him; His face is radiant
He looks down at me and smiles and He whispers one last time, “All things new”

Then He’s gone
And I’m standing alone in my new garden; I can’t help but glance around
The once dead garden is now a beautiful garden,bursting with life and color
But the garden isn’t the only thing that has been made new
I have been made new
I breathe in deeply and thank God for making all things new