Made Without Hands Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

The Builder came; I knew not his name, till I let Him in.
At the age of five, sins were alive, I needed free of sin.
There were fighting and struggles, and much insecurity.
I knew there had to be a better land, and help for me.

Haven’t you ever heard the blessed Truth of Calvary?
I took it to heart, right from the start, and given victory.
When God’s representative, the Holy Spirit came in…
My life, then, began; a whole new creature in Him to win.

But compared to Father-God I was in need of His Rod.
I studied His Word, the Bible, daily for life’s dreary sod.
Yielding my all, for His call, I developed strong rapidly.
I still wanted more, so Wisdom was at the door royally.

God’s handiwork displayed~ all of my days, of reality.
Little did I know, His Ark in me would grow, in totality.
What a blessed house, this life, this place of my abode.
Life accelerates sin minus God’s work of Grace to unload.