His Workmanship

His Workmanship

By David Smith November 26, 2009

Jaws like teeth as it smashes and shakes

A building hammered to the ground;

The progress it makes.

Put into a truck, the rubble and grind;

Only a memory that is left behind.

Earth movers hit hard, Mighty machines of steel;

Hydraulic lifts and turntable to wheel.

All the technology to tear down a place;

Think of the hope, new life to embrace.

An earthen vessel as vulnerable as I

And subject to sin, circumstances make us cry.

To be rebuilt, after we’re broken and torn.

A spiritual house, Faith in a person to be reborn.

A living hope and glorious appearing;

To be in Christ; this world is deceiving.

An inheritance incorruptible, that fadeth not away.

We are his workmanship; What the Gospel has to say.

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