Restoration Poem by Eric Frazier

Who cleans a bloody bramble?
Mere man bleeds indignation,
Marked murderers jeer justice
And eerily exalt themselves.

Who bestows the dead with luscious life?
Look the weary refuse water!
Drink to eliminate strife,
But oh, no strength sustained!

We weep from sorrowful slam!
Look to the living lamb
and be a newborn no longer torn
with resounding rejoice rise!

Churlish children are miracles moored
by the delving dove their salvation soared.