Rebuilding
By Joy Lenton
Walls have weakened, crumbling,
sinking low to ground, sagged
like our spirits as they view
the sorry edifice before us
Bare bones of former beauty
now stained with such decay
And there is no Nehemiah, or
any other builder to be found
who can shore up this shell
restore lost defences, make
a dwelling to serve us well
Then One with tenderest touch
came to view the devastation
His eyes swept silently
Tears fell as he cupped each
broken place with gentle Love
and soft reverence, already seeing
in his mind a new foundation
And offering himself as Chief
Cornerstone for this redemptive story
built by blood spilt willingly, freely
from his own grace-filled, wounded body
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