Happy Father's Day, Dad

The Builder Young, Yet later in life than some, He took his tools in hand And pulling out the blue print He sought to understand Just how to build a family When starting at square one. He looked around at other's houses To see what they had done. Most hadn't any bricks yet. Some hadn't any tools. The few who did begin to build All followed different rules. Turning a moment from "how" to build He decided to look for "where" And in "The City of the Lord"* He said, "I am building there!" Then he opened up the Bible He hammered out the Word. And iron sharpened iron, He applied what he had heard. He brought in other experts. He brought in other hands. He humbly made corrections In keeping with the plans. As year gave way to year The wise man's house emerged, Built first upon the rock of Christ Then built into the church. We know unless the Lord would build The house, the work is vain; And we are grateful for the grace God gave that did sustain. We're grateful our dad labored hard And kept his tools so sharp. We're grateful for his vision, And the passion in his heart. We still hear the hammering And nailing by the one Who we believe will one day hear His Father say, "Well done." I love you, Dad. *City of the Lord was the original name of our church which my dad now pastors.