I looked in the mirror,
And didn’t recognise the face,
Some contortions had been at work,
And didn’t do a good job,
I opened my mouth and bumble,
Bumble bumbling words came out,
I didn’t help build the Tower of Babel,
So tell me what’s happening,
I listened and so did others,
Until gradually someone deciphered,
That lasted a fleetingly moment
Because I had to exercise my muscles
The flesh of my throat,
The flesh of my face
Until I saw and heard me.
Whom I knew the Lord
Our God created.
What a restoration.