Today I am reminding my soul
That building my house
On the Rock
Doesn’t mean
That the rain won’t come and
The winds won’t blow.
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Maybe somewhere in my mind
I thought that it wasn’t so…
I thought that somehow,
Even if it did,
I wouldn’t feel
The fat wet drops or
The gale force blast
On my face.
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But oh no the storms,
They come…
And they come hard,
And so do
The feelings
With them
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Feelings that say
I am not ok
And that I better run
Feelings that shake me
To the core
With a wondering
If there is more
And if there was,
Could I take it or
Would it take me and my house far out to sea
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I start to fear and my eyes
Pinch shut and I can’t see
But even in the darkness
Your voice speaks to me,
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Sing, my love,
Sing of my faithfulness,
Sing of care
Sing of the good things
I’ve hidden everywhere
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Sing through the thunder,
Sing through the rain,
Sing until you can
Open your eyes once again,
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And slowly sunshine
Fills the the sky
And pushes all that rocks
My house aside.
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I take a breath and see
My house is still standing
On the Rock
Who cares for me.
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Matthew 7:24-25
“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.
