Unless the Lord,
builds the house,
then... in time,
it will not stand;
men build houses,
like they way want to,
according to their plan.

But, is their house a home?
is God included, there?
is love a pillar of it?
the sort that they can share?

Time erodes most things,
so fades away, the rose;
gone to fading memories,
man thinks, but our God knows.

A house is temporary,
and if divided, soon will fall,
like dreams that flee in thought,
like it was never there at all.

Is it built upon the Rock?
how strong are the foundations?
will it withstand all weather?
will it go, like shaky nations?

Will it exist in future times?
and not fall by the way?
Unless the Lord,
He builds the house;
we ask, receive and pray.