In a field there lay a classic old car, rusted, forgotten, and falling apart
The great master restorer came upon the ruin and it nearly broke his heart
To a casual observer the task of recovery would seem impossible indeed
But the great master restorer, without a doubt, knew that he would succeed
Slowly he gathered the broken pieces of the perfection that was no more
And to his workshop he carried them to begin the nearly impossible chore
After weeks of patience and hard work crafting as only the master can do
This little lost car shines brightly, is even better, more valuable than new
Like this sad little car that lay hopelessly forgotten in that weedy field
There is no overwhelming task too great for the master if we will but yield
For it matters not how long in dismal squalor that we so helplessly lay
If we but put all our faith in the great restorer he will always have his way
(c) Roger Eugene Corell
May 21, 2006
Isn't in a great feeling to know and believe that no matter how wretched our lives may become that God can always put us back together again if we just ask to be restored? God always forgives and God can always restore.