Growing up, my mother taught me to love hymns and I'd like to share one of those with you today. I regret that I could not find a audio/visual version to share. But the lyrics are the most important part so you may wish to read them as if it were a poem.
A New Creature by T.O. Chisholm
Verse 1: Buried with Christ, my blessed Redeemer,
Dead to the old life of folly and sin;
Satan may call, the world may entreat me,
There is no voice that answers within.
Chorus: Dead to the world, to voices that call me,
Living anew, obedient but free;
Dead to the joys that once did enthrall me—
Yet ‘tis not I, Christ liveth in me.
Verse 2: Dead unto sin, alive through the Spirit,
Risen with Him from the gloom of the grave,
All things are new, and I am rejoicing
In His great love, His power to save.
Verse 3: Sin hath no more its cruel dominion,
Walking in newness of life I am free—
Glorious life of Christ, my Redeemer,
Which He so richly shareth with me.