Monday, April 4, 2016


Tulips, daffodils, hyacinths,
and flowers unknown,
In long neglected flower beds,
Quietly stand in memory
of an artist long forgotten

Can you hear them calling,
Restore, who will restore?

Weathered by storms and sun,
with peeling, fading paint,
The old porch hints
of days of grandeur

Can you hear it calling,
Restore, who will restore?

Plagued by demons,        
Scarred by leprosy,
Unclean and bleeding,
Caught in adultery,

The Creator declared,
Restore, I will restore.

Like the prodigal son,
Wounded and bowed    
by all manner of evil,
The children of men
barely reflect
their Creator's image

Can you hear Him call?
Come unto Me,
I will restore.


Pat Hertzler said...

This is your best one yet. So moving. What a God we serve who can restore.

David said...

Wow powerfully written Sharon!

Esther Helmuth said...

Thank you Sharon! Thanks be to God for offering the gift of restoration which I have experienced.

Betty said...

This is beautifully written and illustrated, Sharon. I was moved. Thank you for sharing your gift of words. Keep writing!