Isn't it amazing

Isn't it amazing,
to build your house
on Sinking sand,
never to know what
the next wave may bring?
Will it build up
or wash away?
To be tossed about like a
leaf in a stream,
will the next rapid
hold you under?
To build in a flood plain;
will the next storm
wash your dreams away?

Isn't it amazing,
to build your house
on the Solid Rock?
Knowing that this life
will all wash away.
Tossed about like a
bobber in a stream,
going under, but
resurfaciing downstream.
To have a home
far above the storms
beyond your biggest dreams?