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