Best Builder Poems
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October 24 2016
I met a man who was a builder, harder life than some.
His lifetimes measure built of him the man he has become.
A carpenter who works with hands, grown tough through each nail driven.
For each connection made he stands to witness love he’s given.
A life that’s built of wood and people, dreams all shared with God.
Connected through a path of faith, a worthy man might trod.
He builds the dream of home and hearth that each heart so requires
with hands that strive forever forward, even though he tires.
With back that bends toward prayer as a soul on bended knees
he places pieces one by one til finished home he sees.
A sculptor of each family’s home and all their vested futures.
With caulk and nail and sweat and blood his only given sutures.
Directing useful trees to be arranged by artful hand.
Conducting symphonies of glory, weather to withstand.
A visionary born of lumber, plaster, tile, and stone,
making memories of houses where his light has shown.
A designer of dreams he moves with speed to completion.
Steady with strength, quick with purpose, into every season.
Delivering hollowed caverns of life for those to call their own.
Shaping shells whose contents hold the people he has known.
A shaper of fluidity, measuring courses, marking flow;
constructor of places where souls reside, and lives have space to grow.
This man I met is but one finger, not at all so odd,
who moves with steady purpose, on another hand of God.
The little cottage
Built by my beloved father
Is old and small
But loves begins here
And never ends
It carries on years after years
Wherever you go
You won't forget
It's like a magnet
It's like the force of gravity
It links to your mind and your soul
Buried deep in your memory
Even after it's vanished in a big fire
Even after its builder passed away
A long time ago
Love and memory do exist
Whenever a soul remains
There's a gap between earth and heaven
so far separates this great divide
what can a man do for a remedy?
not a clue just like Adam go and hide
But God looks down from heaven above
sees His creation in such sinful mess
His perfect righteousness says it won't do
sinfulness corrupts so God can't bless
Only Jesus God's son could intervene
for He is holy no resemblance of sin
now could He become human as a man
making Himself God and man out to win
Now Jesus took man's ultimate place
where sin is nailed on two pieces of wood
but the saviour put Himself to the tree
took our sin paid it completely by His grace
Jesus built His bridge over sin
so sinners find God's perfect way
to cross over satan's dirty river
salvation comes to those who pray
(Quote:
Only Jesus could build a bridge to heaven with just two pieces of wood)
March 30 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 8-10
Key Verse –1Kings 8:17 And it was in the heart of David my father to build an house for the name of the LORD God of Israel.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LIFE’S CHIEF BUILDER
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your covenant’s steadfastness
Thank You for upholding me upon Your truth-firmness
So I can learn from Your lovingkindness
And enjoy Your bliss of peacefulness.
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your Word’s instruction
Thank You for answering me along my prayer and supplication
So I can have Your forgiveness of pardon’s completion
And walk through Your direction.
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your statutes’ command
Thank You for helping me to offer sacrifices of biblical demand
So I can serve You with dedication, divinely planned
And stay in Your goodness of heaven-brand.
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your pleasantness’ desire
Thank You for transforming me according to what You require
So I can get near Your throne where I should retire
And worship You along Your mercies that never expire.
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your rewards’ furnishing
Thank You for raising me up in Your revival-refreshing
So I can involve in Your ministry of character-polishing
And labour in Your work’s perfection-finishing.
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your name’s fame
Thank You for communing with me through Your wisdom-frame
So I can learn and be freed from foolish judgment’s shame
And delight in Your Gospel of salvation-claim.
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your kingship’s authority
Thank You for enriching me with Your Scriptures’ certainty
So I can abide inside Your bestowed security
And abound in Your compassion-braced liberty.
March 30, 2023
“Bob The Builder Lynn” (2 years old)
At our residence in the United States
screw drivers and pliers are always at stake,
if in need, you will never find them even if you wail
as Lynn Waiyan Thein took them all away.
Around the house he would crawl and play
and he is “Bob the Builder”, he would call and say
as he is very much interested in fixing toy cars all day
playing with rings and spanners , the whole day.
If you are in need, you should better buy a new one
as Lynn is the Commander in Chief with play gun
Grand Pa, Grand Ma and all Aunts stayed fun.
By Dr Ko Ko Thein (U.S.A.)
Salt Lake City.
Dedicated to my 2 years old grandson Lynn W. Thein.
He’s known as Bob the Builder
But soon we must say farewell,
He says it’s time to leave
And so to this we wish him well.
What shall we do without him?
How will the work get done?
Because he does the work of several
And still he makes it look like fun.
So before we say goodbye
It’s important to understand
He’s not just Bob the Builder
To us he’s Bob the Gentleman!
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
There once was a builder called Wayne,
Who built a new house on a plain,
But his wife took fright
On their wedding night:
He’d forgotten the roof again.
*my theory on Stonehenge : )
(Key To My Heart)
The
Sun glows
On your
Radiant
Nice face
Deep eyes********So blue
Beautiful face mind and body too
Fairy tale Prince you stand so tall
Wonderful King in all
Fantastic dream builder
Oh beautiful King
Unforgettable
True Prince
You shine
You were
Always
A dreamer
Music art
Lover
You built
Unique
Dreams
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000@2011
copyright@2014
October,8,2014
N-ation builder as he was
E-lected first South African president;
L-ong walk to freedom he wrote,
S-truggling against apartheid movement.
O-nce, he was regarded as terrorist, he spent twenty-seven years in prison;
N-one else but he alone who truly braved the horizon.
M-an of good leadership,
A-ll he did was free his country from cry;
N-ew dawn broke and smiled,
D-ay eighteen in warm July.
E-levated and recognized politically,
L-ife of him was fraught with struggle;
A-ctivist, lawyer and philanthropist, he was the nation builder.
You gave me a new beginning
You gave me more love than I can contain
You are Everything I want to be
You bring a new chance Everyday
A new chance to become something new
You provide all the correct answers
You are the ultimate teacher
You brought us all together
You brought through all the eras and years
You created our many scenic views
You created our appreciation for one another
You created all that we know and all that will be known or is unseen
You created a Life of possible outcomes
You created a new destination
You created all the world's cultures
You created the planets and stars
You created the animals and vegetation
You created minds to design city streets
You created foundation for a house
You protect your created and creation
You carve the shapes we end up in
You created the unfathomable and the unthinkable
You keep us contemplating
Under all the damage I've caused
There is a reason
And I didn't mean to leave this mess for you to clean
But you are the only fixer in this world
That can make it better
Beginning with the chain connecting me and you
Divine Creation: Gravitation
Saves-- the- -Nation
with-- no --hu--man
sub--ju--gat--ion !
Galaxies way up there
Suck out Poisons
from our Air
Suck out Gases
as a Hungry Bear
now the Earth is REAL SAFE
Our Future's much more Clear
New Galaxies Formin'
Savin' our Planet
from a Gasey Stormin'
See, the Earth is not in Danger
must not trust Every Stranger !
Copyright McCuen 2009
She looked really impressive
Small; and full of pride
A nonchalant gait, but sophisticate
Her work mates by her side.
It felt like she'd built it all herself
Her hard hat firmly in place
With a confident stare in the medias glare
an emancipated face.
I wanted to get to know her
I wanted to shake her hand
I wanted to say in my own private way
'Will you take me to my stand ?'
But as the sun shone through the vomitary
something made me upset
Her charms I decline
She'll never be mine
She was smoking a cigarette !
“A window would really open up
The place”
The builder had said,
“Light up the room,
You know.
Gotta have something to
Bring in the light
Round here”
“Yes, yes,
A window would do fine”
My dearest replied,
So long ago.
And sitting here
At the window
So many years
After she had
Gone away from me,
I am reminded of her.
When the sun peeks its rays
Around the stoic clouds,
And as they make their way,
Through the panes,
Spilling onto the floor behind,
Past my tear-stained face.
As I remember
Her smiling face,
When she sat in the chair beside me
Looking out the window,
On days such as this.
And with empty-headed lament,
I draw the curtain
Across the window,
That was meant to bring light,
And happiness
Into our home,
But now only brings sorrow.