Bless the day this restoration is complete
Dirty, dusty, something must be underneath
So I scrape and I scuff
Though it’s never quite enough
I am starting to see me, finally

A gallery of paintings
new and paintings old
Guess it’s no surprise that
I’m no Michaelangelo
Every layer of mine
Hides a lovely design
It might take a little patience
It might take a little time

But You called me beautiful
When You saw my shame
And You placed me on the wall
Anyway

You, who have begun this work,
will someday see
A portrait of the holiness
You meant for me
So I polish and shine
Till it’s easier to find
Even an outline of mine