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Temples

Shape me and build my temple, from your grace and majesty
No rocks to chisel, wood to hew or curtains of tapestry
Fashion my soul, with delight in Christ, and give a thankful heart
for not a hammer, saw, or tool of man  can in me play a part
My edges very rough with sin, polish and prepare me with your hands
with trials and tribulations, Jesus, please build me from Your plans
For as the sculptor makes his creation, we do not have the choice
You saw us through your loving eyes, with your perfection we rejoice
for when its time to call us home, and we are what you conceived
Transport us to Your kingdom Lord, our salvation gratefully received
 
 
 
 
Written by TIG
Published | Edited 12th Jun 2024
Author's Note
"He shall build the temple of the Lord; and He shall bear the glory." — Zechariah 6:13
our heavenly temple here on earth.
Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.
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