FACADE

[verseode]

               

         Behind the crumbling  old facade
         The scaffolding is rife
         A loving surgeon prunes away
         So careful with His knife
         Years of fear and bitterness
         Fall gently to the floor
         Darkness fading into light
         Patient one there's more.

         Jesus died that we may live
         He wants us to be free
         Pruning cuts out all decay
         That hampers you and me
         We may never reach the end
         There's so much more to do
         Let Him carry on the job
         It's well worth going through.