Heart-Houses.

It'll begin with a heating pad. Easing the tension of the muscles. Could it work on a heart? But, once it has been taken apart, it may not be much use... unless the plans are to keep it warm and build it a home. But, what to make it with...is another class... another semester, in fact. In a completely opposite-town school. We could call the Carpenter. We should, in fact.. call Him. He's good with building those heart-houses. He'd know exactly what kind of wood should be used! Simply brilliant. All the young ones will question and all those who are seeing something of a different world will question us, "who has made that for you?". And, we will them the truth. We will!

Gee... would they understand, though? Some of these people tell me that they, themselves, also build houses... and are carpenters themselves. They say that they are good at what they do, as well. They ask, "why is it that I could not build such houses? I went to school for it!". And, we must hold firm against these that push their righteousness on us. There is only this one Man who knows how to make such houses... where they cannot fall. Such precision. Such love goes into these houses. They claim that their masters are learned more than their own teachers! That their minds outstretch a thousand pitches! I've seen minds like these. Though, the one that can create these... these.. "Heart Houses", well... I tell you... that "mind" out-stretches worlds and works. Stars and orbits. Rivers and mountains are nothing but miniscule blips of the Carpenter's imagination. Of what He can fabricate.

So, when you think that a heart-house should be built around your warmed... strewn heart... I think you should call on the the Carpenter. He's real good.