Restoration

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.

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