A House of Cards
Have you ever considered how delicate we humans are
How fragile and complicated compared to say, a car.
I got an image in my head while reading scripture,
Of a house of cards all balanced against each other.
Then Satan comes along to blow the house down,
And Jesus rebuilds His house with nary a frown.
The more we place Jesus in our trust of Him,
The more Satan's chances grow ever more dim.
So I'm happy to be like that house made of card,
Satan knows full well that Jesus will never discard,
Anyone who loves Him with all of their heart,
From his house of cards He will never depart.
When you build up your house, you start at the base,,
Put the knave at the bottom in a place of disgrace.
Put a heart on each layer with a diamond for praise,
Be in the club where Our Lord Jesus we raise.
A strong roof to take all the rain, leave a space spare,
Reserve a place at the top for The King resides there.
© Dave Timperley Sunday 4th September 2016
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