We all become
the building
blocks
O'er time, as
King and pawn
alike
We're made to
form a mansion
A castle that
will last
We each are
gifted then
With something
good to use
And all we do
is take the
gift
For each that
God shall
choose
For us to form
our part
In all that is
His own
That He is
building day
by day
As our eternal
home
Then, shall He
find of us a
loving heart
Or one set
hard as stone
Soft Whispers
from
Derry's Heart
Poems © 2006
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
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