Written by: Victor P.
“On Foundations of Sand”
Fallen men are always building
On foundations of sand,
They keep hoping they could be
An exception to the rule of reality.
The best of plans and intentions,
All for nothing in the end,
Exercises in futility, sad to see,
An example in action of insanity.
Building on the sand, temporal, unstable,
Leaving Christ out of it all,
World’s wisdom for the willing,
Invest in a guaranteed failure.
A bleaker future can’t be imagined,
Songs of the world lull them to sleep,
All for the body, nothing for the spirit,
Once born, dead inside, hopeless by choice.
So it’s coming down to this point in time,
Everything’s coming to some end,
It’s all coming down on their heads,
They can’t shift the blame, it’s their fault.
If you reject Christ as your life’s foundation
Then blame yourself in the end, just be honest;
It’s nobody’s fault you chose this way,
You’re just getting what you want.
Live with your choices and reap what you’ve sown,
You don’t care for God, you live like He doesn’t exist,
You’re living in your own little world
But it’s going to fall apart and burn to nothing.
Glory to God Alone