Building Seven

Building seven cities on an ancient fertile plain
Busy hands and hammers When erected painted white
Building seven churches on the land where walked the Lord
The dust from His sandals turned to mortar holding tight
Building seven armies with a cross upon the shields
The armor of the heavens adding metal to the might
Building seven bridges for the future and the past
To expedite the marches on the journey to the fight
Building seven stations on the road to Babylon
Fresh water and horses and a bivouac for the night
Building seven engines for the never ending siege
Adding to the terror built within the city’s sight
Building seven cemeteries Burying the lost
No stones mark the passage of a people not contrite