You move You build
You carve You breathe
You choose these cold stones,
Sweat and groan as You bear them,
Dream of what You will make them.
Your Word, Your Heart, Your Hand the tool -
Dress naked stone through unparalleled vision,
Unhurried in holy process,
For in Your Presence is naught constrained by time.
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