Here in the stubble wood and hay
All treasures of this world now decay
I know I have been deceived,
Though hearing not perceived
That the voice of God is shouting clear and plain.
Not forsaken, but if to self I will be slain,
In the death of Jesus His life will be my gain.
Here in the hay and straw and wood
It seems that I’ve misunderstood
I have had wrong all the price tags
My righteous acts were filthy rags
And the voice of God is shouting clear and plain.
Ami I forsaken or merely insane?
If what you hold in awe, turns out to be mere straw
What will you do- What will you say
When you give and account of your life on that day?
Neither silver or gold nor precious stone,
Can build a foundation like Christ alone
What the world requires
Won’t last through the fires
That faulty work will be brought to light
To be displayed within plain sight
For there’s but one foundation that is right
I Cor 13:2; I Cor 3:11-13
November 12, 2023