God Makes Stones Poem by Saint Eule

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.