January 4, 1956

Photo by: Vinson Mouser

Some build upon the sand while here,

And some upon the Rock;

The Rock of Ages which shall stand,

Endure the stormy knocks.

But those who build upon the sand,

Shall fall, and great shall be;

The tragedy of lost, lost souls,

For all eternity.

Why should we build upon the sand,

And fail to stand the test;

Since we may hear and do His words,

And in Him find sweet rest?

 His every word is like a gem,

Of untold worth my dear;

And when we hear and do His will,

Our souls are free from fear.

The storms and floods shall come to all,

Regardless where we build;

But as for me, my choice is made,

To do my Master's will;

And when the storms and floods are o're,

And low shall be the sun;

I know my Master then shall say:

"My child, my child, well done."

~ J. J. Davis ~