How often do we try to build
A Babel Tower for ourselves
So we will never need to yield
To Him who made us for Himself?
Yet all our efforts come to naught,
And happiness eludes our grasp,
For we’re not happy ’till we’re caught
By Him who saves us from that asp,
For Tower built by human hands
Is in the Devil’s workshop planned,
And we have built upon the sand—
Against the storms will never stand.
When Tower falls, we turn to Him
Who built His Church upon a Rock,
And when we run to enter in,
We find the Church’s door unlocked.
We step within, and we are washed
In water cleansed from Jacob’s Well;
It comes within and hearts are crushed
To cleanse our hearts from Satan’s spell.
Then we’re swept clean by Cross’s broom
And clothed and fed with Body, Blood
Of Him whose house has many rooms–
Against the tides of time has stood.
As we go further in and up
With family and our friends around,
Forever we can drink His cup
Of joyfulness: at last we’re found.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 