A house was built by such a foolish man,
(Who would have thought to place upon the sand
A house to last ~ to stand when storms arose?
But this he did ~ as everybody knows.)
The wise man sought the strong foundation first.
Upon the Rock he laid his walls and hearth.
Subjected to the raging storms, it stood!
And he praised God to see his house was good.
The foolish and the wise both felt the rain ~
The wind and thunder hit them both the same;
Not one exception for the choices made ~
The storms did come, no matter where each laid,
Today I hear some say they’ll be exempt
From storms that fall alike on all of us,
Because they’ve exercised a “certain “ faith,
And placed in Him, unfaltering, their trust.
My pity flow to those so led astray,
Who do not know what they don’t know, and say
Those things before they pass that steep, deep way
Oblivious to those trials before them laid.
I trust Him too ~ I’ve built upon this Rock,
This Truth that ever shall, indeed, endure;
But I have found that when the torrents fall
My house, though standing, trembles all.
Standing true, though a trembling soul ~
He walks beside and helps me go
To fiery trials up ahead
Confident in the blood He shed.
