The House
by Paul Purdayhttps://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/PaulPurdayPaintings?ref=seller-platform-mcnav
Sad rain fell like arrows that stabbed
green earth
Grey clouds misting the mountains to a blur
Bedraggled birds hunched on the ancient wall
And hangdog sheep shook their bedraggled fur.
The white cottage along the way stood firm
As it had stood for unidentified years
And proudly built, rigid upon the rock
With storm-lashed walls, still obstinate with tears.
It would not fall, though floods caressed those walls
Foundation of the rock on centuries past……
…..But soon, a brand-new house was swiftly built
And on a sandy, crumbling base was cast.
The storm came, and floods assailed its rampart
Saturated, the crumbling base gave way
Attractive living space was home no more
And was destined to fall into decay.
We have the choice of homes under the sky
Choose, not the house, but what it's built upon
Wisdom's choice is on the Ageless Rock
Where we can find our rest on Him alone.
This Great Rock in a parched and weary land
Can hold and keep us from the storm's rage
No other rock could stabilise the world
No other Man could heal the present age.
And now there is another kind of rain
Direct from heaven, the Spirit on the earth
Pointing to Jesus, outpouring of His Grace
Nothing, simply nothing, can surpass His worth.
And He the Son, rules over His own house
Whose house are we, receivers of His love
The living stones, securely built by Him
The glory of our heavenly home above.
