It was not for me to enter
The holy ground that felt the steps of Christ
But I was proud to be among the chosen
To bring that city to life in the rolling hills
Where my fathers and sons lived their days
Often I hear you say it could not have been
That we shaped those 11 marvels
With simple taps of hammers and chisels
And the carrying of endless buckets of basalt
In the lifetime of our king
But just as his vision was foretold by the bees
That surrounded his mother at his birth
So we were moved by the understanding
Shared by artists who give new shape
To paper stone clay or even air
In all times and places
They say Michelangelo carved until he released
The inherent truth from his marble
We did our work to the glory of God
Equally sure in the knowledge
That the angels stood by our side