In the vastness of the cosmos, where the stars like lanterns gleam,
Where the galaxies in silence weave their everlasting dream,
There’s a truth that whispers softly, through the ages, pure and sure,
From the pages of the sacred, Hebrews three and verse four.
“For each house is built by someone,” so the holy scriptures say,
Yet the hand that shaped the heavens formed the night and forged the day.
Not with hammer, not with chisel, not with mortal craft or skill,
But with will divine and boundless, bending chaos to His will.
In the dawn of time’s beginning, when the void was dark and deep,
When no spark of life was stirring, and the worlds were fast asleep,
He, the Architect eternal, spoke, and light came bursting forth,
Crafting skies with fiery splendor, giving seas their restless course.
Mountains rose at His commanding, valleys sank to hold His streams,
Forests grew to crown the highlands, woven thick with verdant dreams.
Every creature, fin and feather, every blade of grass that sways,
Bears the mark of His creation, sings His glory, speaks His praise.
Oh, the house of earth is wondrous, built with care in every part,
From the coral reefs’ bright colors to the beating human heart.
Yet beyond this sphere of matter lies a dwelling far more grand,
Built by love and grace unending, in the hollow of His hand.
For the Builder is not distant, not a craftsman cold and far,
He’s the Father, ever-present, guiding every wandering star.
Every soul, a living temple, every heart, a sacred space,
Framed by mercy, filled with purpose, held within His warm embrace.
When the storms of life come raging, when the walls of hope seem frail,
When the heart’s foundation trembles and the winds of doubt assail,
Know the Builder has not left you, for His work is never done,
Every trial shapes the spirit, every battle makes you one.
See the cross, His greatest labor, where He built redemption’s plan,
With His blood, He laid the corner, bridging God and mortal man.
Every sin, a broken rafter, every guilt, a shattered beam,
He restored with love unyielding, crafting life from death’s dark scheme.
So we stand, His living houses, built to weather every age,
Bound by faith, our walls unshaken, scripted on His holy page.
For the One who built the heavens, who designed the earth’s vast frame,
Knows your name, and calls you onward, to the glory of His name.
Let us praise the Master Builder, let our hearts His anthem sing,
For the house of all creation bows before the King of kings.
From the stars to souls immortal, every work His hands have made,
Proclaims the truth of Hebrews: God’s the Builder, undismayed.