Hidden life of he, who believes,
Is one of inner working mystery,
Once the creative engineer is called,
Old construction site of debris He clears.
God will restore a man his lost years.
Building a new, enlivened creature,
Starts with tearing down, condemned, structure,
Raising up a new spirit man,
He applies His thinking through your eyes door,
Do you see the world appear different than before?
Do you wake hearing a spirit song?
A worker's tune you sing along,
Do you ever wonder why it is being sung?
In a carpenter's hands, He envisions what can be,
Can you see what human eyes can not see?
Slowly the Word is being wired,
Your becoming a workman worthy of hire,
Find yourself in unfamiliar territory?
The holy spirit plan changing your view,
Do you wonder, where is the Lord taking you?
Seek The Savior in prayer time alone,
Best times that you have ever known,
You have become a house that will stand,
A firm foundation that never can be shaken,
Does your heart burn as you get closer to Him?
Someday you will look in the mirror,
That old man is gone forever,
All you dreamed of being has come to be,
Who is this man's reflection you see?
Standing construction of God's reflection,
And it is finished, Christ lives, not me!