ON THE ROCK OR THE SAND

DAVID RAYBUCK

Inspired by Matthew 7:24-27

I heard the words but I refused to listen

A captive in an intellectual prison

Where fools see wise men when they stare in mirrors

And mock the multitude of the God-fearers

Arrogant and ignorant of true life

Cut into a sharp mind with a dull knife

My ego spread across that bread like butter

Conformed into the demon’s cookie cutter

On the sand we’re building

We wonder why it keeps falling

The wind blew, the rain fell

It could not withstand the flooding

I heard the words and I began to listen

All the doors were opened in my prison

Then I knew that I’m not the potter I’m just clay

I took my first breath as a free man that day

On the rock we’re building

The storm comes, but it’s not falling

The wind blows, the rain falls

Now our house withstands the flooding

I hear strong seas

Waves wash over me

Each night I sing

Your love’s on me