I met a Master Builder,
so wise and yet discrete.
Who bid me to come closer,
too sit down at his feet.
                 

He taught me "The What of Vision",
The foundation, how carefully to lay
He taught me how to focus, so other voices, dare not sway.

He showed me ancient plans,
So exact! they eclipsed time.
He cautioned me to follow them...Yet NEVER!
Claim them mine.

He spoke of other students, as tears did well His eyes.
How carefully he'd apprenticed them and charged them to be wise.
And with regret, he told me yet!
There were so few - who build it right...

Most start out strong but soon go wrong
with short cuts, substitutions, inferior materials, some cutting costs and corners, caught up in their Own insight!

He bid me pay attention, to detail...too count the cost,
to lay down what the plans call for.
It's value rests in the completion, the strength can not be lost.

I'm now that Master Builder,
All taught me now lodged, locked deep within.
I build by plans...not of my hands
but those proven, to deliver from Sin.