In a yard full of junk, where old metals sleep,
A rusty robot dug through a broken heap.
Its eyes, once bright, now dull and gray,
It sighed, “Why care? I feel no way.”
Its frame was scratched, its hope was low,
It moved so slow, with nowhere to go.
“Why fix myself?” the robot said,
“When dreams are gone, and hope feels dead.”
Among the wreckage, near rusted steel,
A Roomzoom with a broken wheel,
sat with heart cracked, its lights were dim,
But still, it gave a hopeful grin.
“Do you ever wish,” the robot asked,
“We were made new, not rusted but tasked?”
The Roomzoom paused, then gave a hum,
“I used to wish that day would come.”
“They told us once, in times long past,
A factory flame would fix us fast.
Recycled, we would be remade,
Shiny and new, no rust to evade?.”
The robot found a bolt nearby,
And gave it to Roomzoom to try.
Roomzoom repaired with spark and spin,
Then said, “Let’s change our view within.”
“It’s not the gleam, or perfect part,
But who we are inside our heart.
God didn’t send us to be tossed—
We’re not just junk, not truly lost.”
“We’re made with love, we’re built with care,
God’s Spirit lives and leads us here.
It’s not a factory’s melting flame—
It’s faith and love that change our name.”
The Roomzoom shined the robot’s face,
And rust began to leave its place.
“God’s Word’s a map,” the Roomzoom said,
“To guide our path and where we’re led.”

“Being a creation of God, it’s not instant grace,
It’s a journey of choices we make in this place.”
The little robot didn’t look the same,
As Roomzoom spoke and polished its frame.
“God doesn’t toss us when we break—
He helps us learn from each mistake.
Forgiven.” The rust came off with a puff!
As Roomzoom continued to buff—
A hidden hatch popped open wide,
New parts appeared, all clean inside.
The robot’s eyes lit up—then went out!
But with a restart, the robot felt less doubt.
Roomzoom smiled and fixed the light,
Then said, “You’re ready—go shine bright!”
A spark came on. The robot beamed.
This new purpose was more than it dreamed!
“Go live with grace,” the Roomzoom spoke,
“God’s love is real—it’s not a joke!
Your journey now begins today,
Let mercy guide your every way.”
“For in our flaws, God’s glory shows,
And through each trial, our purpose grows.
Your heart is whole—so play your part,
You’ve been rebuilt with a brand new heart.”
And with a hum, the Roomzoom rolled,
Its voice still warm, its message bold:
“You carry light—go share and shine.
God’s grace is yours, and it is mine.”

With that, Roomzoom buzzed on its way,
Ready to serve, a new purpose to play.
No longer broken, lost, or small—
God’s love had fixed them, faults and all.
Now with new purpose, with all of its might.
Rusty the robot now shines God’s light.

Alexandra Davis, Illustrator, and Author, Sarah B. Royal. This is just a teaser of some of the incredible paintings done for this book. Now to find a worthy publisher….