Christ is my rock, my refuge, my stronghold,\nFirm as the tree’s root that clutches the land\nHe who has faith builds without worry,\nNot like the man who builds upon sand,\nI set my house on a solid foundation,\nChrist is my rock, the root of my soul’s recreation.\nI know a man who loved to live free\nHe pitched his tent by the side of the sea\nIt stood near the surf and was washed by the spray\nTill one day a wave came and washed it away.\n2. I know a man who loved to live high\nHe built his castle near up the sky\nThrough summer and spring it stood pretty well\nWhen winter winds whistled it toppled and fell.\n3. I know a man, a cool one to know\nHe built his house of ice and of snow\nIn chill isolation his night work was done\nBut it melted away with the warm morning sun.\n4. I know a man who built out of straw\nThe flimsiest fellow that I ever saw\nOne day a spark set it to flame\nAnd nothing was left to remember his name.