Building

Bricks and stone may endure

A few years, but quickly and sure

They ruin. So wood and glass

These soon will pass

On, worn and weary.

Used up and dreary

Fascia cracks, a crack leaks

Soffits warp, time keeps
Moving on, marching on.
 Bricks crumble. Paint fades.

Boards rot and mold trades

Place with what once was prime.

What stays? What transcends time?

What of my work when my life is past?

Only what was done for Christ will last.