Bricks we can't see

Brick by brick, we’re laying it down,
First floor then second,
It’s life that we’ve lived,
The journey we’ve built.

I look over at you
And you’re plumbing the line.
You look over at me
And I’m spreading the glue.

Side by side, it’s a journey we’re on.
At times, careful and cautious,
At times, confident and bold.
Little by little, we’re building, we’re told.

The weary grind,
It wears on our souls.
What is the purpose?
For what do we strive?

Is it the Kingdom eternal
Or a home on the sand?
Is it shored up by unseen,
The lasting and long?

Or is it transient and thin,
Beautiful but grim.
Though it looks like we win,
It will fall on a whim.

We can’t see the bricks
Or the mortar or walls
That we’re building up there
Until faith becomes sight.

The unseen is eternal,
More real than the seen.
The fact is we’re building
With bricks we can’t see.

For he was looking forward to the city that has foundations, whose designer and builder is God (Hebrews 11:10).