THE BEAUTIFUL UNSEEN
TEMPLE
A builder built a
temple
He wrought it with
grace and skill;
Pillars and grains and
arches
All fashioned to work
his will.
Men said as they saw
its beauty
“It shall never know
decay.
Great is thy skill, O
Builder
Thy fame shall endure
for ages.”
A teacher built a
temple,
With loving and
infinite care;
Planting each arch with
patience,
Laying each stone with
prayer
None praised her
non-ceasing efforts
None knew of her
wondrous plan.
For the temple the
teacher built
Was unseen by the eyes
of man.
Gone is the builder
temple
Crumpled into the dust
Low lies its stately
pillars
Food for consuming dust.
But the temple the
teacher built
Will last while the
ages roll
For the beautiful
unseen temple
Is the child’s immortal
soul.
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