sand castles

as the poor, rich man
builds his castles in the sand
he rebukes the ocean winds
that swirl in mockery 'round his sins
for his works can never stand
against the wind that always wins

i see the poor, rich man
making angels in the sand
as the tides go in and out
laughing at his angry shouts
they ignore his proud demands
changing all his truths to doubts

when the poor, rich man
sees the folly in his plan
then his wealth will turn to glory
and his stubborn heart turn sorry
as he lifts up empty hands
to the Author of his story