Poem#116 House Builder
Herbrews 3, Luke 16, Matthew 7
Sometimes we look upon the house we grew up living in
Comparing to the Three little pigs waiting for the Bad Wolf
Scared to breathe to blow down the house made of sticks
We become the big bad Wolf that we thought was kids tales
From the circumstances growing up & those that raised us
Not really knowing the Builder of our House is Jesus
Unfortunately those that built their house upon Traditions
Living to look down upon everyone else as lambs sacrificed
It’s why they were shocked seeing Jesus dining with Them
We don’t have to walk around everyone thinking we’re Better
Big house doesn’t mean rich, small house doesn’t mean Poor
Not when both houses are Empty of the Love of God
The Rich Ruler built His house upon the sand that washed away
The Poor Man built His house upon the Rock that withstood storms
When they passed only One was taken to Abraham’s Side
The Soul that lives in the House made of feelings & Pride falls
The Spirit that Lives in the House made of Grace by Jesus Christ
Through the Death for All circumstances in Sin on the Cross, Rises
The house we grew up was where the Builder started making, turning
Using Our Brokenness, Our Fears to be the building blocks to See Him
The Builder was Making Us His Home all this time until ready to Move In
Herbrews 3, Luke 16, Matthew 7
Sometimes we look upon the house we grew up living in
Comparing to the Three little pigs waiting for the Bad Wolf
Scared to breathe to blow down the house made of sticks
We become the big bad Wolf that we thought was kids tales
From the circumstances growing up & those that raised us
Not really knowing the Builder of our House is Jesus
Unfortunately those that built their house upon Traditions
Living to look down upon everyone else as lambs sacrificed
It’s why they were shocked seeing Jesus dining with Them
We don’t have to walk around everyone thinking we’re Better
Big house doesn’t mean rich, small house doesn’t mean Poor
Not when both houses are Empty of the Love of God
The Rich Ruler built His house upon the sand that washed away
The Poor Man built His house upon the Rock that withstood storms
When they passed only One was taken to Abraham’s Side
The Soul that lives in the House made of feelings & Pride falls
The Spirit that Lives in the House made of Grace by Jesus Christ
Through the Death for All circumstances in Sin on the Cross, Rises
The house we grew up was where the Builder started making, turning
Using Our Brokenness, Our Fears to be the building blocks to See Him
The Builder was Making Us His Home all this time until ready to Move In