EARLY DRAFT

In the recycling yard, where corrosion creeps,
A rusty figure sorted through parts in heaps.
a little construction robot did roam,

Its eyes once bright, now dimmed with despair,
Covered in rust, it thought, “Why should I care?”
seeking parts to mend, feeling quite alone.

In a recycling yard, where memories decayed,
A rusty little robot wandered, feeling dismayed.
eyes, once bright…

“Why light up my eyes?” the rusty robot thought,
“When rust covers me, what good have I got?”
now dimmed, without spirit, it had lost its light.

Amidst the discarded, broken, and scarred,
Amidst the wreckage, a Roomzoom sat, parts marred,
with a wheel that was broken,

“Do you ever wish,” the rusty robot inquired,
“We were made perfect, as we desired?”
The Roomzoom, spinning in place, words unspoken.

“I often wish,” the little robot said with a sigh,
“We’d been sent straight away, where the old parts could fly,
Did not our creator proclaim,

in the recycling factory, we’d all be remade,
Shiny and new, with no rust to evade.
we would be reborn, in the flame, no blame?”

Rusty then handed Roomzoom a lugnut he had found,
and Roomzoom replaced its broken part with a determined sound.
It then buzzed, “Things are not as they seem,”

With a shake and a twist, the Roomzoom, fully repaired,
not a wheel, but it worked, and a new purpose it declared.
“It is the journey, not the shine or the gleam”

“God didn’t send us to be recycled and lost,
In a factory where our true selves would be tossed.
What would we gain…”

As the Roomzoom spoke of God’s guiding grace,
It polished the robot, and the rust left its place.
“…melted down to nothing in the factory flame?”

“We have the Holy Spirit, our inner guide,
we’re shiny inside when in God’s love we confide.”
The rust came off in a puff…

“We have our spark in God’s word,” it said,
“A map to choose our path, where we’ll be led.”
as the Roomzoom gave the robot a buff…

“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,

“Every day, we find parts to flip and others to ignite,
With God’s love and mercy, we find our light.”
Roomzoom spoke as it polished the little robot’s frame.

And as Roomzoom toiled, polished, and shined away,
all the scratches on the robot, in the gentlest way.
The little robot felt less doubt.

Miraculously, a compartment, once hidden from sight,
revealed spare parts, all shiny, and a new light.
The Little Robot’s eyes grew bright – but then went out.

Roomzoom installed the lightbulb, with some other new parts,
then said, “Go shine your light now, make a fresh start.”
and with a restart, the construction robot’s heart soared.

“Know your faults, forgiven, yet learn from each mistake,
with God’s grace within you, a new path you’ll take.”
Now the robot was ready to serve in the world it explored.

“Grace and peace to you,” the Roomzoom declared,
“Go and shine your light, don’t be scared.
You have your new parts, your new start.

For in our imperfections, God’s plan unfolds,
With the choices we make, we break our old molds.
reborn with a new purpose, and a shiny new heart.”

With that, the Roomzoom buzzed on its way,
Ready to serve, a new purpose to play.
“We carry God’s spirit!” it declared,

Ever useful, it embraced what it was,
A reminder that God’s grace is always with us.
“Choose your path, be prepared!”

So the little robot, once rusty and worn,
Now shone with a light, no longer forlorn.
welcomed its purpose, with all of its might.

Embracing the journey, it chose to ignite,
With God’s love within, its future felt right.
The Rusty Little Robot is now shiny and bright.