A builder builded a temple
He wrought with care and skill.
Pillars and groins and arches
Were fashioned to meet his will;
And men said when they saw its beauty:
"It shall never know decay.
Great is thy skill, O builder,
Thy fame shall endure for aye."
A father builded a temple;
He wrought with skill and care,
Forming each pillar with patience
Laying each stone with prayer.
None saw the unceasing effort;
None knew the marvelous plan;
For the temple the father builded
Was unseen by the eyes of man.
Gone is the builder's temple;
Crumbled into the dust
Pillar and groin and arches
Food for consuming rust;
But the temple the father builded
Shall endure while the ages roll;
For that beautiful, unseen temple
Was a child's eternal soul.
Reprint from: "Sound Words"