This beautiful poem, by an unknown author, greatly humbles and challenges me. It is such a sweet privilege and wonderful blessing, but also a great responsibility, to be a mother and grandmother.
May God help us to live so that our precious families will have no doubt that Mama and Grandma belong to Jesus!
"A builder built a temple; he wrought it with care and skill --
Pillars and doors and arches, all fashioned to work his will.
And men said, as they saw its beauty, 'it shall never know decay.
Great is thy skill, O builder! Thy fame shall endure for aye.'
A mother built a temple with infinite loving care,
Planning each arch with patience, laying each stone with prayer.
None praised her unceasing effort; none knew of her wondrous plan.
For the temple the mother built was unseen by the eye of man.
Gone is the builder's temple -- crumbled into the dust;
Low lies each stately pillar, food for consuming rust.
But the temple the mother built will last while the ages roll,
For the beautiful unseen temple, Is a child's immortal soul."
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