I’m placing pebbles of your presence Lord
Piling them high… upon your solid rock.
Building your church… in my life
For where once… you were not.
A pebble here…a pebble there
Wisdom… of your love and grace.
Each pebble has its purpose given
Each pebble… has its place.
Some pebbles are much shinier
Some are not… but yet filled with many colored veins.
I know they all have their purpose in my life
I see that now more than before.
Building up strength of walls…feet now grounded on your floor!
Mortar…fills in the pebbles….
Mortar mixed with… your daily bread.
Words of scripture…line the walls
Each one of which…now I’ve read.
When my church is finally built…”My Lord”
May it then fill up… with those who are in need.
So they too… can build their church on you…”Oh God”
With their pebbles… which are all but Heaven’s seeds.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
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