Restoration

A house I used to live in

Stands open to the sky

Abandoned ruined desolate

A sore sight for your eye

But now a new developer

With plans to renovate

Means Acre House will rise again

And meet a better fate

 

And people are abandoned

Just like that ruined place

Fall foul of broken homes

Are robbed of homely grace

And wander lonely empty eyed

Looking out for care

Are vandalised and compromised

And left to lonely stare

 

The work of love is never done

The kindness of the heart

And hungry souls are everywhere

And every day we start

To do the gospel of the Lord

To practise all his law

Restoring ruined houses

A work of human awe

 

Brian Fahy

15 March 2023