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Therefore, whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them,

I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock.

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And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew,

and beat upon that house; and it fell not : for it was founded upon a rock.

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And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not,

shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand.


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And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew,

and beat upon that house; and if fell: and great was the fall of it.



THE BIBLE


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Moral of the Story/Parable by Jesus Christ :


House built on a solid rock foundation will withstand and survive from

the snares of the world ; whereas …

House built on slippery sand will not be able to counter the storms of

the world and will ultimately fall.

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We must build ourselves upon the rock of Jesus Christ, the way to eternal

life and not on the tempting and snaring death, sandy path of the Devil.



There once was an oyster
whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand
had got into his shell.

It was only a grain,
but it gave him great pain.
For oysters have feelings
although they’re so plain.

Now, did he berate
the harsh workings of fate
That had brought him
to such a deplorable state?

Did he curse at the government,
cry for election,
And claim that the sea should
have given him protection?

‘No,’ he said to himself
as he lay on a shell,
Since I cannot remove it,
I shall try to improve it.

Now the years have rolled around,
as the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate
destiny ­ stew.

And the small grain of sand
that had bothered him so
was a beautiful pearl
all richly aglow.

The gem cannot be polished without friction, nor man perfected without trials.

Now the tale has a moral,
for isn’t it grand
What an oyster can do
with a morsel of sand?

What couldn’t we do
if we’d only begin
With some of the things
that get under our skin.

*Author Unknown*


 
 
 
 



Time … past and still ticking … I’ve yet to find
achievement acted upon desires of my own design
Golden time .. seconds minutes hours of everyday
fly by like gold dust scattered down silent highway
Yet still … I spin and spin on the wheel of life
soldier on would I … no matter what kind of strife

If my wishes for a little fortune magically appear
like stars in the night … spirit would sparkle happier
It’s only material wishes that would unburden my soul
no such wish for riches but to repay a debt of long ago
All of my life … I’ve walk the path of good intentions
sad to say … oft times it’s met with accusing questions

And that’s what hurts, deep deep down inside my heart
emptiness felt, woefulness of red arteries flow like art
Even though winds of change veered another course
I’m left beleaguered like a forlorn rider with no horse
Right directions decided but wrong timing to pursue
chains of duties and commitments kept me subdue

Dreams … I have like sand on the shores
dedicated perseverance … success blend for encores
Loves … one true love and a forbidden soul mate
torn between two … flummoxed … leaving it to fate
My life’s pathetic repertoire of challenging cycles and phases
fade dark days for hope and faith soars me to higher places


© Keziah Boey October 2004

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