I'm writing and submitting it for a school competition, and the topic they gave us is builders.


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 is no longer their master,
Perhaps, it’s never been.

In a brave chatoyance,
the light, by the lamp that was granted them,
reflected, shot off the nails.
No more commands to be heard,
they continue on.

Darkness no match for light,
they prevail through a superior’s strength.

Freedom found in their light,
and their light found by grace.

The task nearly finished, anyway.
They worked on, by day
and night.
They continued on,
and, justly.
there’s work,
To build.

Through mercy, light is granted us.
Not by the work we do,
But the mercy of an overseer.

The overseer is called,
Jesus.
Jesus the Lord and Savior,
King of all.
Jesus,
the cornerstone and rock of our foundation.

Daily, and nightly,
we build.

Why?
For what purpose?

We’re building our faith,
we build our faith on the cornerstone,
the founding rock of our belief.

Jesus,
The Lord.
The Savior.
the King.
The builder of the world,
not just the foundation,
the ultimate builder of our faith.

Jesus,
the first, the last, the ultimate.
The builder.