Our church is falling down
the hall is unsafe
roof adrift, walls cracked
congregation gather in the back room
this part is safe, firm walls, sure roof.
Our church is built on a firm foundation
but part of it is not secure.
My faith is based on a strong foundation
but there are parts of my life
that are not secure, not straight, not right.
The small room at the back is the Lord’s
fixed and firm
but other bits I thought I could build on my own
hold up in my own strength.
don’t want to give up control of
Like a sad leaky lean-to
are hanging on to that faithful bit and dragging it down.
Sometimes it’s not until the complete collapse that I remember I can’t do it alone.
The church roof has been judged and condemned
but the builder can save it
the foundation is firm.
When I give up my will and purpose to His
when I let my life, my house be built on that rock that cannot be shaken,
how wonderfully does everything work together for good.
In His time. In His way.