"A House That's Built On The Sand"

Woe is me, we cannot stand;
A house that’s built upon the sand.
The winds howled, the seas roared;
The enemy came knocking on the door.
Come in they cried out of despair;
They thought the thief would surely care.
They looked to the one who would steal and had stolen;
To give them help in times of storm.
Our hearts be troubled, all hope seems lost;
We’ll pay you what you ask, no matter the cost.
I come to take all I can;
From every boy, girl, woman, and man.
They gave him all, every morsel they had;
And cleave to the hope of his sheltering hand.
But the thief took from them everything;
Then opened the flood gates and let in the rain.
Shaken and tossed by every wave;
Took it’s inhabitants to the grave.
Woe is me, we cannot stand;
A house that’s built upon the sand.