seems to cruelly fall apart,
When my weakness, striving, failure
rend asunder my frail heart
Then I realize my foundation
has not been steady land
But I've built upon myself,
forgetting I am naught but sand
Shifting, tricky, flaky grains,
far too tiny to give strength,
The best I had to offer
returned a dismal lack of length
Something stronger, Someone sure
must support my weight of life
For tiny grains of sand
hold not this woman, friend and wife
Though I'll give wholehearted effort,
my foundation e'er must be
Jesus, crucified and risen,
Solid Rock, my Hope is He
"Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it." Matthew 7:24-27
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