I make fallen axe heads float at my command,
They will be completely restored in the Master Craftsman’s hand.
Restoring complete soundness once again.
You will fell the timbers that will build my house
Your usefulness will excel in my strength
Never think at this time it is now too late
My power to restore is never out of date.
Axe heads will fly off their handles and sink
Appearing hopelessly lost in the murky deep.
But for sunken old axe heads it is never too late
You see restoration is all my delight.
The cry “alas” will I hear once again
The stick has been cast that rose Christ from the dead.
The losses of this life I have overcome
Restoration is certain through the power of His Son.
Pastor Michael Baranek