Theresa St. Anne Malone

Maple Grove, MN

Annie has been writing poetry ever since she was a young child in the hills of Missouri. She is a student of voice, piano, and guitar. At thirteen she had a poem published and sent to the John F. Kennedy Library. She has won many other awards, and has had her poetry published in newspapers, and by the National Library of Poetry. She is completing a book of her favorite poems, in honor of the Lord, her husband, and three sons. Annie cherishes the freedom of expression and her inspiration from God to bring a hopeful message to others.

Christ Restoreth All

Some how I really have to let go.
Of promise, love, and a rainbow.

This picture of ours has too many tears,
From unkept promises told through the years,

So this time we're really through,
I'm painting a picture of life without you,

Our picture will hang in a gallery alone,
of a family who almost made it home,

Now how many dreams end up this way?
When all has been done, and there's no more to say,

Now the broken dreams were painted lost,
Was there anyone to pay the cost?

To restore the hurt and damage done,
Ah! The Lord seems to be the only one,

To take a picture all tattered and torn,
battered left, and finally worn,

Now the Lord saw the picture of this life,
Looked at it and didn't think twice,
And said, "You know I've paid the price,"

I'll take this broken picture home,
and place it in my Heaven's Dome.

Yes, Christ restoreth all!
Christ is the answer to our call.