Bless the day this restoration is complete Dirty, dusty, something must be underneath So I scrape and I scuff Though it's never quite enough, I am starting to see me Finally
A gallery of paintings new and paintings old, I guess it's no surprise that I'm no Michelangelo Every layer of mine hides a lovely design It might take a little patience, It might take a little time
But you called me Beautiful When you saw my shame And you placed me on the wall Anyway
You who have begun this work will someday see A portrait of the holiness you meant for me So I polish and shine, til it's easier to find even an outline of mine
But you called me Beautiful When you saw my shame And you placed me on the wall Anyway
