Building

Building

On the sand my beautiful hut I fashioned

Colorful hammocks woven walls and the roof thatched

It is designed to keep me cool and dry

The walls not too tall the ceiling not too high

It didn’t take long to assemble

It feels sturdy it’s woven it cannot crumble

Oh my the wind’s blowing

And now the rain in sheets is falling

Oh no my floor’s a small river flowing

A giant gust and now I’m flying

Why didn’t I spend the time to build properly

I think to myself just as my house is destroyed utterly

Up on the hill up on the rock and stone

Is where I should have built my home

And out of the materials there

Not with palm fronds that can fly in the air

Listen I should have to that Fisher who seemed so wise

Maybe I could have been one of His twelve guys

Amen

JFFIII 6/27/24