A Builder builded a temple,
He wrought it with grace and skill;
Pillars and groins and arches
All fashioned to work his will.
Men said, as they saw its beauty,
"It shall never know decay;
Great is thy skill, O Builder!
Thy fame shall endure for aye."
A Mother builded a temple
With loving and infinite care,
Planning each arch with patience,
Laying each stone with prayer.
None praised her unceasing efforts,
None knew of her wondrous plan,
For the temple the Mother builded
Was unseen by the eyes of man.
Gone is the Builders temple,
Crumpled into the dust;
Low lies each stately pillar,
Food for consuming rust,
But the temple the Mother builded
Will last while ages roll,
For that beautiful unseen temple
Was
a
child's
immortal
soul.
-Hattie Vose Hall
8 comments:
Love this poem - I've seen it before, but it was good to read it again today!
Vanessa
www.asweetfragrance.com
What a beautiful post!
I love that poem, but haven't thought of it for a while. Thank you for the reminder!
Love,
Marqueta
Congratulations on your HSBA nomination. I am one of your fellow best encourager nominees. I really like your blog and your stance on protecting and building up our children in the Lord. Blessings!
Beautiful Poem....Encouraging words thanks for sharing ~Blessings Heather
very beautiful post and very inspiring, thanks for sharing.
What a beautiful poem! A wonderful reminder. Thank you for sharing.
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