Once a shining example of someone’s patience and love,
Gleaming and pristine, in immaculate condition,
A direct purpose given by its creator.

Through the years, battered and beaten, but well loved,
Arms and legs scarred through time and use,
Its cloth faded, tattered and torn.

Like a relic, considered no longer functional or useful,
A ragged piece of furniture left for someone else.
Now it is homeless and forgotten.

But another sees a new setting with a new mission in life.
Lovingly stripped, repainted, and recovered,
A new look born of the old.

A new purpose, now sitting at the head of a different table,
Serving still its mission but now in an altered form
Like a person reborn in faith.

I am that repurposed chair lovingly reshaped and remolded
Into a new package of differing colors and cloth.
My purpose is the same yet not.

I have been recovered and re-clothed, but my scars 
are still there.

A new resolve keeps the scars hidden and contained,
Giving me strength and courage to live.