If everyday were a brick I laid
as I build my life along
What would be the end result
a building weak or strong?
Would I say my words so carefully
with foundation thoughts in mind?
Or would I clumsily spill out anything
without keeping my bricks in line?
And would my walls be level
because I lived the way I should?
Or would they be uneven
because I strayed away from good?
in old age would I be proud
of what my structure came to be?
Or would I see such flaws in youth
that God's ashamed of me?
One day the mortar will cease to pour
and the building will be complete
Then I'll lay my finished work
by the throne at Jesus feet
Only God has The Masterplan
and knows when our building is done
But it's up to us to keep in line
as we place bricks one by one