Bless the day this restoration is complete
Dirty, dusty, something must be underneath
So I scrape and I scuff though it is never quite enough
I am starting to see in me finally
Gallery of paintings new and paintings old
Guess it is no surprise that I’m no Michael Angelo
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
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 is easier to find even an outline of mine
But, You called me beautiful
When You saw my shame
You placed me on the wall anyway
You placed me on the wall anyway
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