Saturday, August 2, 2014

I would not be here if it weren't for my parents

Mom, I just want to let you know how much I appreciate all your doing for me.  I'm talking about all that you've done for me growing up.  I've already told you and Dad this, but I wouldn't be here in Russia right now if I didn't have the parents that I do.  I love you Mom, and I'm grateful for the love that you've shown us growing up.  I didn't write this, but a missionary who just went home did and I think it's pretty cool.  It's about the man who built his house upon a rock; and Mom, you really helped me build mine upon that good foundation.

Be not as the foolish man
Who built his house upon the sand
He built it to his own demise
And mocked the man he thought unwise

He thought himself above the rest
Perched upon his lofty nest
He gazed upon the unlucky lot
Who went without or so he thought

He laughed and scorned, so was his talk
"Why have you built upon a rock?"
"Out here the breeze runs wafting by"
"My courts are open to the sky"
"Come, build out here where life is grand"
"Come join me upon the sand"
Many heeded his haughty speech
And built alongside him on the beach
All except one humble man
He would not build upon the sand

He knowingly watched the sand-side block
As he stood alone upon the rock
The people mocked, but he hearkened not
For he knew the fate of that devil's plot

Time went on, years passed away
Until arrived that fateful day
A quake, a shutter, the earth was rent
The time to prepare was now far spent

The people fled before the waves
And now lay inside their seaside graves
Others ran and tried to hide
They came up to the rockman's side
They yelled to him "run you fool!"
"See ye not this deadly pool?"

He responded with solemn word
That stirred the hearts of all who heard
"I've lived my life a humble man"
"I did not build upon the sand"
"I fear not, I've got a plan"
"I built on Christ, my house will stand"

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