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