Restoring a house made of bricks and stones
The Almighty One bringing life to my flesh and bones
The soul of the house was as dead as can be
Nothing could be truer than the state of me
Left to wallow in an old state of disrepair
A life lived without God, full of despair
Unwanted and left to its own devices
Unwanted and left to my own devices
Then someone stepped in and hatched a plan
From eternity past, Jesus, the God-man
Removing the old was the first thing to do
Old ways of me seemed stuck like glue
Preparing the place to make all things new
The way He would do it He always knew
Every surface, every room to touch
A never-ending task, the Holy Spirit knew as much
All the walls, plastered through and through
Scripture is clear. He makes all things new
New flooring and lights, better to see
In God’s own image, He is making me
It’s painful for me; a mistake I made needs rectifying
It’s painful for me. Sanctification is purifying
At times, it can be hard to the core
At times, it can be hard to the core
Looking back, seeing the changes I’ve made
Looking ahead seeing the changes God will make
The finishing touches yet to be done
It’s a never-ending project, but God loves this one.
Copyright – David Sandford 7 March 2026.
