a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

A Firm Foundation

A Firm Foundation

When Solomon built his house

It was with precious stones

Hand sawn, polished and placed

Right where they belong


He did not start with the pillars

Or make them pretty when he placed them

They were set firmly upon the ground

A firm foundation


When life falls apart

And unravels at the seams

May we open our eyes

As we sort through the broken walls and beams


And may we remember 

Despair is not a living hell

Our sufferings are only temporary

And opportunities, as well


Because when all crumbles around us

And we don’t know where to start from

The Lord reminds us

Rock bottom can be a firm foundation

Me of Little Faith

Raw Material of the Precious Kind

Raw Material of the Precious Kind