Brick by Brick

Brick by Brick

by

Zachoia Cooper

(age 15)

Auburn squares, or sooty blocks of umber,
Swirls of white are formed in dusky red. 

By Jesus we are made, shaped, clothed, and fed.

Not all his gath’rings are apparent fits,

Yet Jesus still builds His Church brick by brick.

“Destroyers, rise! My underlings must move

To turn to dust the fast hardening clay”

“Desist,” vitiates the Ancient of Days,

“Be vanquished, Satan! No more lies nor tricks.
I, Jesus, will build My Church brick by brick!

Bricks dried and stacked intensify the war,
Roaring, rough wind, the structure shakes.

Can Jesus anything imperfect make?
The mortar of the Holy Ghost will stick,

Secure the Church Jesus builds brick by brick.  

What say these bricks, these battered, fire-charred slabs?

They say, “Alleluia! Our God has been

Defender sure when fire’s without, within.” 

He'll not fail those who listen and commit 

To Jesus and His Church, built brick by brick.



(assignment for Lesson #8 of Polliwog Poetry Lessons)





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