We build castles, and great they may be—
Proudly displayed for all to see.
But highly constructed and formed so grand,
We fail to realize they are of sand.

Dreams and ambitions of noble degree
Often crumble and vanish at sea.
Failed relations, goals not reached,
Abandoned visions, promises breached.

Foundations that are made of sand
Don’t guarantee a dream will stand.
But those dreams built on solid rock
Withstand troubles when they knock.
So, firmly anchored you should be
As not to drift and toss at sea.

Only God restores sight
Unto blinded eyes.
Or sets a blazing sun
In the open skies.

Only God turns midnight
Into a sobering day,
Or carves a winding river
Down by the bay.

And only God can make
Life whole again.
Only He can do
Such marvelous things.

There is no way to the Father,
But through Christ the Son.
His innocence on Calvary:
The cross and all He’s done.

There’s no other way to God,
But give your heart to Him.
His arms are opened always
To receive you on a whim.

There’s no other way to heaven,
But by the “Master Plan”—
The marvelous gift of salvation
For the lost and longing man.

In the darkest hour,
There is true peace.
The blessings of God
Never cease.

He lightens the load
And brightens the day.
The light of the Lord
Will guide your way.

For the pow'r of darkness
Can never keep bound,
When the light of the Lord
Is shining around.

Talk to God,
He’ll talk to you.
Tell Him your joys—
And burdens too.

Put your problems
In His hands.
Nothing you say
He won’t understand.

Night or day,
He’ll hear your call,
And answer your prayers—
Come spring or fall.

He won't tell your secrets,
Like others do.
Just talk to God,
And He’ll talk with you.

God heals all sorrows,
And all pain.
God heals all brokenness
When life seems vain.

So when in doubt
Of what to do,
Look to the Lord
To see you through.

Each painful step
Along the way,
Remember that God
Still heals today.

Your love is the strong rope
That keeps me holding on.
The divine needle of mending,
When I’m weary and torn.

Your love’s a trusty band aid
For every painful wound.
And the golden sunshine
For my precious, fragile June.

Your love fills the grayest skies
With hope and lasting peace.
What a glorious, wondrous love
That never shall decrease.

For Your love—which I have known—
By leaps and bounds, I have grown.