You built a great tower.
Filled it with gold and rubies.
Great Gothic domes that stretched
to the feet of heaven. and St. Peter.
A great archway of marble.
The pews of redwood and leather.
Scripture clean and untouched.
For all the value you place in it,
there is no real value on its exterior.


For the real value is not in the building,
It is what cannot be measured...cannot be valued...is
what lies within a greater treasure.

I built another tower.
Wood and nails and glue.
I filled it with the greatest treasure
Man could give to man.
The voices of others. Singing and
helping. The Word is frayed and worn.
But it’s the best kind of worn that worn
can be.

Let a book be judged by it’s cover for
sometimes the most un amazing things
are the richest treasures in life.