Restoration Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I saw a car the other day of nineteen fifties vintage
Restored to perfect quality - a coin of finest mintage
I wondered who had set his hand to bringing back its gleam
For surely rust and time had worn and torn its steely seams

I, too, was young and full of hope when first these cars appeared
And just like theirs, my life became crushed, withered and much seared
I wonder, too, who noticed me in sinful junkyard pits
Transforming me with care and skill to sanity and wits

Today my visage is quite calm, my garments loosely flowing
Replacing ugly scars and wounds with faith's eternal knowing
I'm glad somebody took the time to fix up that old Ford
And ever grateful I've been healed by Jesus, my dear lord.