My life crumbles from without,
So many things I knew, now shadows gray to me,
So many things once strong and good, deadly poison now to be,
Mortar as sand, and not a brick to see.
I was planted strong, with the roots of righteous tree,
But my branches have grown sick, and birds do weep around my knees.
I must remain strong, in my furthest core,
For within me flows living water, healing evermore,
My walls did crumble, my house did shake,
But my Foundation is as firm as ever, for my own life I did not make,
And no efforts from an evil, could my life, from Him take.  
No matter how bad the quake.