Our Shelter in Time of Storm— Where?
By Delwin Rees Buckner
The rushing waters of the angry flood
Against the castle on the cliff were dashed;
And yet the each wave still more furious crashed,
The castle still securely, firmly stood. The houses builded on the treacherous beach—
When scarce the raging tempest had begun,
Their frail, light timbers loosened one by one,
And drifted with the current out from reach. O Soul, hast thou a care where best to build?
Upon the shifting sand, or lasting Rock?
If on the Rock’s foundation, thou wilt stand
When strong Temptation’s storm at last is stilled;
But thou must fall before the first hard shock
If thy sole hope is only placed on sand.