Lord, though we’re made from the dust
We long to build towers of trust
A shelter from all earthly storms
A safe place to play with new forms

There’s no evil in that desire
And yet we are playing with fire
For the tribulations we face
Help expose our need for grace

The walls that we build round our heart
End up keeping Your Spirit Out
If we are not counting the cost
We’ll end up surprised by what’s lost

When seeking a safe place to bed
We would do better instead
To build up an altar so high
Our self-sacrifice draws you nigh

Which of you, wishing to build a tower, does not first sit down and count the cost to see if he has the resources to complete it?
Luke 14:28

“Come,” they said, “let us build for ourselves a city with a tower that reaches to the heavens, that we may make a name for ourselves and not be scattered over the face of all the earth.”
Genesis 11:4

Today I will build altars, not towers