Oh hear now how the proud claim, “I built that!” –
smug in abundance, demanding of praise,
no credit to the carpenter,
anonymous hands bought and bruised to raise
temples of conceit on the habitat
of the wild, the poor, the stranger.
“Unless the LORD builds the house,
their labor is in vain who build it.”
The tests and triumphs of mere mortal rule,
at best, may imitate a discerned
intent of our one Creator,
at worst, displace eternal gifts un-earned
with fleeting fragile robes consumed as fuel
to warm bare greed’s known successor.
“Unless the LORD builds the house,
their labor is in vain who build it.”
Oh Lord, oh builder of The worthy home,
let not our eyes be blinded by false pride
or the bribes of an oppressor
tempt a hungry soul to forsake the guide
of Love that feeds and shelters as we roam.
Praise to Thee, one true confessor.
