Rejected Cornerstone

Upon Solomon’s grand design,
Where the temple rose, divine,
Came a stone of size, unique,
Shaped so oddly, it seemed weak.

Builders scoffed at such a sight,
Cast aside, it caught the light,
There it lay through storm and sun,
Ignored by all, selected by none.

The cornerstone they sought with care,
To bear the load, none could compare;
Through trials of frost, storm, and sun,
Many chosen, yet fit were none.

Then remembered, that stone alone,
Time-tested, through tempests blown,
No cracks upon its surface shown,
For the crucial test, it was now known.

Chosen last, it proved to stand,
Perfect fit, by God’s own hand,
A symbol deep, as prophets write,
Of Christ, the Rock, our guiding light.

Jews of old, His role dismissed,
In Him, they found not bliss but twist;
A stumbling block, a cornerstone,
Rejected first, but God’s own stone.

Sanctuary, refuge, sacred base,
Enduring trials, with divine grace,
He bears all sins, and on Him lay,
Our hopes, our fears, till judgment day.

The stone once scorned, now cornerstone,
In Zion laid, by God alone,
A sure foundation, strong and tried,
In Christ alone, we all confide.