We first built on the rocks
and when the winds came
our home stood the test.
After the storm left
only the sun remained
and complacency settled in.
Little by little,
inch by inch, we moved our home
to a more comfortable ground.
"The sand is softer," we thought,
"easier to settle into."
The winds came again when we least expected it
and though our home survived,
the weakness of our new foundation
was evident for us to see.
So now, brick by brick, we build again
permanently rooted.
On the rock, we shall dwell forever.
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