The House of FaithMy idols dance before my eyes,
Adorned with veils and fool's gold:
Their moves excite and tantalize;
But deep within, my heart grows cold.
My dreams paint grandeur in my mind,
With all the glory of sunset;
But dreams are fleeting by design --
They fade when the dark night is met.
The Truth comes without dream or dance;
A steadfast rock amidst the sands
Of life that shift as though by chance --
Yet each grain's held in Father's hands.
The house that's built upon this rock
Withstands the winds of change that blast
The sands with a relentless shock --
Faith built on truth is made to last.
Faith stitches hope to love like seams;
Life's secure without dance or dreams.