Building a Wall

When I accepted Jesus I was placed on a wall, To begin laboring for Him with stone I lay. Whether my personal witness is seen great or small, I'm accountable to Him for performance each day. Often I'm found laboring using hands void of skill, While delving into His word for guidance each day; I always find precision when laboring in His will, For at Judgment I'll be accountable for stones I lay. Nearing life's end, I observe the wall I've built, Each day God has allowed me I liken to a stone. He's aware of sin, and days oppressed by guilt, Of my thoughts, any works, or seed left unsown.