One by one the bricks are laid,

And truth begins to build.

The morning comes when sleep is past.

Forgiveness comes for truth’s deep fast.

Dreams retreat before the Fire of God.

The lips confess, both truth and fault.

And soon the Lord replies.

Piece by piece the scales are rent.

He opens up the eyes.

The ears once deaf,

Hear the Lord’s footstep.

Obedience takes its place.

The man becomes what he was not.

The Glory of God,

Takes His rightful throne!

The man will dance throughout the day,

No longer naked or alone.

By His Grace