Winds Blow

I tried to build a house
One day
Made it pretty from
Red clay,

Sat it in a beautiful
Place
Where approval glistened
Onlookers face.

Then one day the winds
Did blow,
Tossing my little house
To and fro.

Friends I sought, but none
Could find
To help me through this
Terrible time.

Alone I trembled, bound
With fear
Sitting defeated,
Drenched with tears.

In agony I looked for a
Helping hand
To wedge my dream from the
Sinking sand.

At last the answer became clear
To me
I bowed my head and bent
My knee.

Had I taken the time
To pray and look,
I'd see His plan for me in the
Holy Book.

Now freed from pride I seek
The Way;
Not caring at all what others
May say.

I choose to build using
His map-
Lest I fall again in Satan's
Death trap.