Bubbles vanish into air
Dreams that fade, no longer there.

False gods fallen from their throne,
Trash and clutter we call our own.

What is real when so much fades,
Lost in clumsy masquerades?

Riches fly like autumn leaves,
No one says what he believes.

But God, our rock, no one can shake.
We fail and fall, but His word won't break.

Ideas and fancies come and go
But God so sure, He seems so slow.

No empty bubble burst in space,
we hardly grasp His boundless grace.

Knowing so little His Word supplies
The nail of death to human lies.

He reigns supreme when all seems lost
Drowned in a sea, by cruel waves tossed.

But God sees all our flimsy cares.
He is the answer to our prayers.