Man..........

Between the tall buildings

The towers, sky-scrapers

Below the rewards of

Man’s greatest endeavors

There, at the base

Of grand architecture

Is the most amazing

And intricate creature

….man

Though buildings may draw

Grand admiration

And we stand in awe

At an artists creation

The inevitable remains

This is simply a street

Lined with structures

Of steel and concrete

But every last man

In all of the masses

Though he lingers admiringly

Or hurriedly passes

Is of equal value

In the Creators eyes

We are His workmanship

Bought with a price

……….blood

Buildings will crumble

There is nothing so grand

As to be immortal

Or above the command

Of One, who created

Not of stone or wood

But blew on the dust

And made flesh and blood

…..man

Concrete and steel

Will crumble and rust

Flesh and blood

Will return to dust

But within every man

And beyond our control

Dwells the immortal

The undying soul

Janet~

Architecture is such a pleasure

To behold

The completion

Of a great dream

But as I stood gazing in admiration

As crowd upon crowd rushed by

It suddenly struck me,

Every single person, in every single city

Or in the remotest corner of the earth

Never escapes the eyes of his Creator.

Architects dream, build, die

None of their work will remain eternally

But every man, woman, child, baby

Who breathes upon this earth

Will meet their Creator!

Hallelujah, He has also given to everyone

Living Hope

For the soul that will never die.