RESTORATION

         Peace has fallen on this person
         In a static place, no less
         It's a lull before the storm breaks
         Restoration time, I guess
         To the state that He created
         Undefiled by human touch
         Like an onion, we've gained layers
         Some a few, but many much.

         Take a painting, sad and lifeless
         Vibrant colours dulled by time
         You can damage hidden beauty
         As you scrub away the grime
         So He takes His time about it
         Lovingly He cleans away
         Years of dead and poisoned foliage
         In our cesspit of decay.

         So I offer up my secrets
         Some remembered, others not
         Like a time lord reaching backwards
         He is in a land forgot
         But I know that when He's finished
         I will be His child renewed
         Thankful that He loves me dearly
         Restored, refined, no longer crude.