He wrought it with grace and skill;
Pillars and groins 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 aye.”
With loving and infinite care,
Planning each arch with patience,
Laying each stone with prayer.
None praised her unceasing efforts,
None knew of her wondrous plan,
For the temple the Mother builded
Was unseen by the eyes of man.
Crumpled into the dust;
Low lies each stately pillar,
Food for consuming rust.
But the temple the Mother builded
Will last while the ages roll,
For that beautiful unseen temple
Was a child’s immortal soul.
by Hattie Vose Hall, from The Best Loved Poems of the American People
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Dear Christian sisters...do not be dismayed if the children you have raised up have become wayward, and your efforts have seemed to be worthless!
Your efforts are still in your children---in their inner person, even if you can not see it.
Continue to cry out to the LORD and never give up on them. He is working. He is working in you, and He is working in them.
Our God is mighty!
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