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.