a city is now renewed (like a small child taking its first steps towards a redeemed life, humble and beautiful in its vulnerability) this city, this late-blooming flower, known to all as one worthy of the highest praise praise to the creator of firey orange skies praise to the ferocity of a beating heart praise to the quiet sounds of our people rising up, because the ruins are coming to life now watch, as He rebuilds. restores renews rectifies revives.
*but.. for something to be revived mustn't it first be dead?