NO BUILDING IS THE LORD’S HOUSE

No building is the Lord's house,
I would have you understand,
For the God of heaven dwelleth not
In houses made with hands.

These bodies that we live in,
Tabernacles made of clay,
Are but our earthly dwelling place,
For we're not here to stay.

This earthy temple is the place
Where the Holy Ghost doth dwell,
And if you are truly Christian,
He dwells in you as well.

Christ's church is here assembled
According to God's plan,
But not one body in this place
Was made by human hands.

Each believer is the Lord's house,
'Tis the Lord's in whom we trust,
But this earthy tent we dwell in
Will someday return to dust

And we'll go to be with Jesus,
There to dwell for evermore
In that house that He's preparing
Over on the heavenly shore.

a. franklin staples

March 18, 1995

Even though it is a perishable construction of earthy materials, the human body is so complex that our feeble attempts to explain it's construction and function are oversimplified and woefully inadequate.  Some years ago, a team of moicrobiologists set out to design and build a factory that would duplicate the functions of the human liver.  The project has since been abandoned due to the complexity of the structure and the process (far more complex than any modern industrial process currently under way), and the lack of sufficient knowledge of the chemistry involved.  So much for evolution.

Copyright © 1995 by A. Franklin Staples