Things of the world are structured in sand,
Sometimes quite bright and glitzy and grand.
But sand in the wind of the Spirit may blow,
And that which was "pretty" is tossed to and fro.
The "world" entices and offers it's prize
But has little substance... just flimsy disguise.
Pleasure is sweet in the moment of taste
But doesn't add wisdom... a pitiful waste!
Wisdom is steady and rests as a rock.
Unlike the world, it never will mock.
Wisdom gives anchor amidst shifting sand,
A firm undergirding on which we may stand.
"If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him. But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed."
James 1:5-6 KJV
© 2009 Arlene Schwartzkopf