Was there hope amid the rubble?
And the gates so charred?
Could the people build, united
In a city marred?
Strength decayed, outsiders mocking—
Taunts and cruel words;
Can they do both building, fighting—
Chisels, trowels, swords?
But their hearts were strong, encouraged,
Their joy ... in the Lord;
Families, rulers worked together
Lifting stone and board.
Gate and gate, and wall between them—
Watchful of the plains;
Little did they know as workers
We would know their names!
So today God’s work continues,
And His record’s straight;
He appreciates and honors
Building walls and gates.
War and building are not easy,
But a needful task;
We can count upon His promise—
For His strength we ask.
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