He built a house
A beautiful home
He filled it with people
So he was never alone
But he built his home on mud
They were happy for years
Were the envy of their peers
And they survived
Through blood, sweat
And tears
But sadly, he built his home on mud
When the floods arrived
All were deprived
His home washed away
No one survived
Oh God!
His life! His Family!
His blood!
Why did he build it on mud?
May 20, 2017 at 1:04 pm
Bad choices? How does that go, “Be sure your sins will find you out” and your foolishness too? Great to see You!
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May 20, 2017 at 1:59 pm
Ah! The joy of interpretation 😊
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