The Builder

I saw them tearing a building down,
A gang of men in a dusty town.
With a yo heave ho and a lusty yell
They swung a beam and the side wall fell.

I asked the foreman if those men were as skilled
As the men he'd hire, if he were to build
He laughed and said, "oh no indeed,
Common labor is all I need.

"For those men wreck in a day or two
What builders had taken years to do."
I asked myself as I went on my way
Which kind of role am I to play?

Am I the builder who builds with care
Measuring my life by the rule and square?
Or am I the wrecker who walks the town
Content with the role of tearing down?


author unknown
as presented by Brother Edward J. Kay PM
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