Verse 1:
There is a box
It’s hinges rusted
A mystery locked away
The key it turns
The doors they open
A blackened, stained Monet.
Chorus 1:
The light brings His beauty, erodes all decay
And the flesh that was buried starts breathing
The wind stirs a dust cloud, that now clears away
As the memory of life returns
Verse 2:
Inside this box
Are hands now trusted
The prize to be restored
The case is cleaned, the hardness fleeting, the stains to be no more
Chorus 2:
The artist takes pleasure, it is His delight
To come and restore, to make new
The darkness now yielding gives way to the light
The worthless now valued again
Awakened and beating Monet lives again
on display for the eyes of the world
A heart that was broken, and soiled by the dark
Has now been made whole, and entrusted to me
He takes two steps back, and He hands me the key
Verse 3:
There is a box
It’s hinge’s rusted
A mystery locked away
The doors they close
The key now locking
This beautiful Monet
