Classic Poem

The temple shall be built, the Holy One,
Such as the earth nor heavens have ever seen;
Nor shall the work by human hands be done,
But from the will of man it shall be clean;
Ages on ages shall the pile be wrought,
By Him whose will his children shall obey;
Till every son, by his own Father taught,
The chiseled stone he brought shall cast away;
Slowly the ancient temple is repaired,
While one by one as lively stones we grow;
By every son the work is to be shared,
Built on the corner stone in Christ laid low;
That from the eternal shrine might ever rise,
A holy prayer, a living sacrifice.