Every Wise Woman Builds on the Rock

I didn't start with silver or gold. Just a mustard seed kind of

faith. Read my dreams by dim lit lamp. But God was

lighting the way. Every tear became a lesson. Every trial made

me strong. Brick by brick, prayer by prayer. He was with me all along.

When the storms came crashing in. I didn't run, I didn't fall. I laid my

plans at Jesus' feet. And let him take control. Oh,

every wise woman buildeth her house on the rock. On the rock, not sinking sand.

With faith in God and truth in his word. She stands strong,