...WE HAVE A BUILDING OF GOD, AN HOUSE NOT MADE WITH HANDS, ETERNAL IN THE HEAVENS. ( 2 CORINTHIANS 5:1b)

ONE THAT IS NOT MADE WITH HANDS...

I look not to a building of human design,
One made from an architect's plan,
But a building eternal in heaven is mine,
One that is not made with hands.

I am not all bound up in a structure of wood
Or one made of glass, metal or stone,
But there's a building of God for those washed in the Blood,
Built by the Lord for His own.

I'm not really concerned about a building down here
For such structures must all pass away,
And all of their glory will fade, disappear;
Not one thing about them will stay.

It's the building eternal in heaven, dear friend,
That this pilgrim is longing to see;
The one that's forever, in a world without end —
Ah! That is the building for me.

a. franklin staples

June 20-21, 1993