A story I preached for years. It always meant a lot to me and had a great impact on the people. Now it's a song- and people are really responding. An important message!
I have told this story for years and thought- if it makes a good story, maybe it will make a good song. Tht's not always true- but it worked this timem If you would like to sing the song- go to my sight- email me for a trak on CD- the project is also available.
This Is Your House
By Dan Adkins
www.danadkins.com
The rich man built many houses- it was his claim to fame
His foreman made a living but not a fortune or a name
He treated the rich man kindly, for his job he kept an air
But, in his heart of hearts, he always felt it wasn’t fair
He did most of the working, but his check was quickly spent
The rich man had a mansion while he could barely pay the rent
For forty years of blood and sweat there wasn’t much to show
The rich man told me they were friends
But the foreman told me “No”
There came the day the rich man said, “It’s time I laid it down
Before I do build one last house, the best one in this town
And while you do I think I’ll take a trip - a rest well earned
I trust you- we’re the best of friends, in three months I’ll return”
The foreman said, Now I’ve got the chance I always tried to find
And it will be so easy- out of sight and out of mind
I’ll pay off the inspectors- buy the cheapest parts and wood
I’ll cut some corners, make some deals
And I’ll set myself up good”
Now in three months, just like he said,
The rich man came back home
He called and said I want to see the house and I can’t go alone
It looked so fine he could never tell-
From the roof down to the deed
It wasn’t really built to last- It was built for the foreman’s greed
And he said, “This is your house- you built with your own hands
I thought that way you’d love it, it’s always been my plan
And it’s the kind of house I know you never could afford
But for a life of faithful service my dear friend,
This house is your reward
Now as I sing this story I think what Jesus said
He’s building me a mansion from the parts I send ahead
And I want to be faithful as He’s preparing this place
‘Cause I’m looking forward to the day I see the builder’s face
And he’ll say, “This is your house- I built with my own hands
I thought that way you’d love it- It’s always been my plan
And it’s the kind if house I know you never could afford
But for a life of faithful service my dear friend,
This house is your reward