A man made brick does not make a church,
If that's where your looking continue the search.
When you get tired of looking and feeling all alone,
Your brick will crumble and you will become a stone.
God makes stones and never makes bricks,
He lives within us not under a roof made of sticks.
I like the cathedrals some beautifully made,
But after awhile all the stain glass will fade.
A brick serves its purpose but we are not clones,
Remember you are special, God makes stones.
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