Topic given by state for inter-scholastic competition: Builders
Please set religion aside, we're looking at the poem please + I mean no disrespect to you, or your beliefs.
Builders
The night is their master,
the one they obey.
They can only work until the end of 12 hours,
only half the given day.
For in the darkness is no light,
and though they try to see,
to no avail.
By the hammer and drill they continue on,
but come dusk,
the night commands their work a break.
Only on the morrow do they continue,
commencing at dawn.
The second nail driven,
the first board is lain.
12 hours later,
the cycle starts again.
The builders continue,
they don’t give in.
The night will no longer be their master,
perhaps - it’s never been.
In a brave chatoyance,
a radiance from the lamp granted them,
reflected, shot off the nails.
No more commands to be heard,
they continue on.
Darkness meeting defeat by light,
through a superior’s strength they prevail.
Freedom brought by light,
the light found by grace.
They worked on,
by day, even by night.
The task nearly finished.
They continued on,
and justly,
there’s work,
to build.
Through mercy, light is permitted us.
Not by the work we do,
nor our goodness,
but the mercy of an Overseer.
The Overseer’s name?
Jesus.
Jesus, Son of God most High,
and King of all.
Jesus,
the Cornerstone and Rock of our foundation.
Daily, and nightly,
we build.
For what purpose?
We’re building our faith,
daily, even nightly.
Our faith we build on the Cornerstone,
the Founding Rock of our core belief.
Jesus,
the King.
The Lord.
Our Savior,
even our Prince of Peace.
The Builder of the world,
not only our Foundation Rock,
the Builder of our faith.
Jesus,
the first, the last, the ultimate.
Builder.
