NOT A LINCOLN LOG HOUSE by: nocito's praise

NOT A LINCOLN LOG HOUSE by: nocito's praise The Masterpiece When I was young, I saw the lines Just marks on paper, black and white Didn’t know the depth behind them Didn’t know the reason why Life was like a set of blueprints Spread across a dusty floor I could see the walls and windows But I couldn’t see much more So I swung my hammer blindly Built on feelings, built on pride Tried to write my own directions Till the whole thing leaned sideways Then I opened up The Scriptures And I started seeing clear The ARCHITECT had drawn the plans Before HE brought me here Every page revealed another piece Of what HE meant for me to be HE didn’t call me to a Lincoln Log house Stacking pieces any way somehow HE designed a towering masterpiece Built by grace and shaped through HIS peace Every lesson, every scar, every victory I took Started making sense when I got into The Book The Plans were there before I ever made my start The MASTER BUILDER had already drawn my heart Some foundations had to crumble Some old walls had to come down Certain rooms I thought were permanent Had to be rebuilt from the ground What looked like loss was renovation What felt like pain was making room The ARCHITECT was adding stories While I was staring at one room As a boy I read the blueprints Like a child reads words he can’t define But every year brought understanding And every season drew the lines Now I see why things were measured Why some doors were closed to me Why some roads became dead ends And why others set me free The older that I get, the more I find HIS wisdom was ahead of mine HE didn’t call me to a Lincoln Log house Stacking pieces any way somehow HE designed a towering masterpiece Built by grace and shaped through HIS peace Every lesson, every scar, every victory I took Started making sense when I got into The Book The Plans were there before I ever made my start The MASTER BUILDER had already drawn my heart Every beam has got a purpose Every trial has a place Every setback was a measurement Every burden carried grace The world keeps building temporary things Chasing castles made of sand But GOD’S designing structures That forever stand And when I couldn’t understand it HE already saw the end Because The ONE who wrote the blueprint Wasn’t guessing where I’d been The Book became the compass The Book became the guide The Book showed me the reasons For the roads I’d walk in life What looked random had a purpose What looked broken had a plan The more I learned The ARCHITECT The more I understood the land HE didn’t call me to a Lincoln Log house Built by chance and blown around HE designed a towering masterpiece Standing firm on solid ground Now I read the lines with understanding Now I see the vision in The Plans Every chapter, every season, every page and every look Points me back to JESUS and the wisdom in the Book The blueprint wasn’t just for me It’s there for all to find The MASTER BUILDER left HIS plans For every searching life Some see ink upon a page. Some see words in black and red. But those who keep walking with The BUILDER Eventually see the masterpiece ahead.