Sky Scraping Stumbling Stones
A poem I didn't post, which I had written a few months ago for school.
I thought it matched with my updated city profile picture. :)
Have a restful weekend!
Through the window of the car
gleams the bar graph of NYC.
As we tread softly down the chipped street
Towers of glass and stone we meet.
Study the Freedom Tower how
that needle drills into the sky.
The Babels say, “Keep the sky a secret.”
Does the Maker smile at their schemes?
He paints sunsets like rainbow watercolors
and even waves surrenders to His voice.
Such a Creator as He
Has built intricate DNA beyond man’s wildest dreams.
He can shake his head at
Man’s skyscraping stumbling stones
All He commands is one thing That
we let not man’s glory steal
the meek sheep heart we need
to build a tower not on earth but on His Word.