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.
