Castles in the sand


Stack all you can see around

all you can set hands on

you work and gather and you build.

to lay foundation you first cast the sand,

Forget about the efforts,

about the time it takes

about the people you should care,

because you set your own foundation

you have to earn a comfortable, good living.

Here come the walls

the windows , the second storey

and you finally set the roof.

The mansion is so beautiful,

it’s solid, steady and unshakable,

just perfect to move in.

 You give it a final touch

and you’re just about to end.

The weather looks so fine,

it’s sunny;

there is no threat,

no challenge to your house.

Yet, on a Sunday afternoon

a cloud pops up at the horison

the wind just starts to blow

and rain drops fall

out of the blue clear sky.

Then in the blink of an eye

cloud layers get together

now the sky is all covered

in black, thick venging clouds.

A thunder storm is trying all your work.

What seemed unshakable is now so shaken.

What seemed steady is now turned to pieces.

The cracks rise up the walls

the roof comes down

blown by a burst of wind

it crashes all you’ve built

You knew it was just sand,

shifty fundation,

walls of plaster

thin boards.

And now before your eyes

is crushing to the ground.

All you can see is debris and piles of sand.


Your dreams have scattered;

as if you hadn’t known

this could have happened.

You’re down and out,

you’re shattered.

Because you have indulged

in fool illusions,

that you could still build

castles in the sand.


The persecuted Jesus


The international day of prayer for the persecuted church

What name is this

that men, women and children

lay down their lives for!?

What have they seen in Him!?!

What way had He revealed

Himself to them

that He is so compelling,

so full of wonder

and so true?

What power drives them

to the death row,

that beckons them,

they willingly and smiling go!

What kind of name is this

that when they speak out loud

with courage and in trust

they are enchained

and put in prisons,

and when they’re trodden down and tortured

they sing His glorious Name!!!

What splendour crowns this name!?!

that drives fear out of their hearts

defies the persecutors’ hate

yet love their souls!?!

What majesty’s around this name

that they cannot but spread with cost of life!?!

yet with our very eyes have failed to see

and have an image far too dim and faded

of this celestial king!?!

This name we grow up with

this very One is so life-changing

but is the least esteemed.

That way He has revealed to them

that thirst and long for Him,

but we just get familiar with

and take for granted

what’s blood paid.

That power is for everyone who wants it,

It’s fuel for every step in furnace

and in front of sword.

This kind of name we barely speak of

we hide ourselves,

don’t want to be embarrassed of,

and stay silent when people talk about.

That splendour is around His name

but we are just too slack to crave for,

too blind, too burdened in our sins,

too weak to see Him.

That majesty’s around this name

but we don’t even know of.

He waits for us to share it,

to taste of Him and pass it on.

This name is all that Father God

has given us to bring us life,

to make us new

by the blood of His cross

and by the faith in Him

to come to be like Him.

To live for Him and die for Him.

They leave their life

to die into their faith.

We leave our faith

to die out of our life.

This is the Man that called them

to the altar

This is the Man that called us

to give our lives for Him.

This is the persecuted Jesus Christ.