Classic Poem

Great churches aren't built of stone and steel,
Of mortar, brick and sand;
They rise from human hearts that feel
And love and understand.

Their greatest treasures are not kept
In guarded banks or vaults,
But in the will that never slept
Until it cured its faults.

Great churches don't happen; they are built
By people large and small
Who press their fortunes to the hilt,
Respond to duty's call.