My Renewing

His eye has caught me now I can't escape his gaze

The Artist holds me up under the light, appraising me

In shame, I cast my eyes to the ground

He'll take hold of me, and flesh it out, with vengeance, with a purpose, blade in hand

Carve me up, strip away, tear mine down, my shape is yet to come

When will I rouse, from the perfect rest he give?

How will the world see me then, as his own, his masterpiece

His eye has caught me now I can't escape his gaze

The Artist holds me up under the light, appraising me

In shame, I cast my eyes to the ground

My twisted shape and burdened thoughts will be severed

Sorrow will fade with my nature restored, my nature renewed

The shape He wants, that I can't see