Help me, Lord, to understand
Why the wicked easily build beautiful castles in the sand
While the righteous work so laboriously
To carve humble homes in humility
As we look out across the way
We see the wicked romp and play
While on we toil with sweat and pain
Seems to be little more we've gained
Then the horizon darkens with a threatening storm
The wicked run into their castles to keep dry and warm
Still we work right up to the end
Till the clouds are upon us and the storm rolls in
The rain comes pounding down
The wind howls furiously all around
In our humble homes on this Rock we hide
Kept safe from the raging storm outside
The tempest wanes and we emerge
To find the wicked lost in the surge
No more do we envy beautiful castles in the sand
Our homes on the Rock continue to stand!
Cyndi Brandon shares her home in West Tennessee with her husband, Gerald and their cat, Ruby. A born again believer for almost 30 years, teaching and writing Bible Studies is her calling, her heart and her greatest pleasure.
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