GOD’S HOUSEHOLDGod has a household He builds with His hands Where the Son is enthroned And the Spirit now plants. He chooses among men And picks those His own To grant a heart of flesh, and
Hails each the living stone. He breaks open fallow hearts And sows His Good Seed To be tended and watered By the Spirit’s Decreed. He washes with His Blood Refines with His fire He crowns them with Life His righteousness, their attire. He clothes them as angels The inner robe of Immortality Cloaked in His radiance, In oneness of Impartiality. Men who presumed To lend Him a helping hand Built mansions and castles But on sinking sand. Like their fathers Raised towers of Babel, Man-made hills, mounts Sacrilegious altars of devil. The wind turned violent, His anger as hailstones Crashed with torrential rain Leaving no souls, no bones. But those that heeded The Shepherd’s staff and rod Repaired, restored and
Reaped blessings manifold. They tarried in wilderness And supped at His table They drank of His cup Their cross, their mantle. Sheltered from the devil With angels in tow
Awaiting the completion Of their Heavenly Depot. They built at His bidding With His Silver, Gold and
Precious Stones; Not to win,
To save. Obeyed as warned! For the house that is built Not by His hands The builder builds in vain And Judgment he demands.