This song, House of Their Dreams, is a sober reminder that life doesn't always work out like we plan. We, in America grow up hoping and dreaming for "The American Dream." While the definition will vary, one thing is true; life in America, can become a nightmare of a dream without God as the center of our lives. We need the gospel, the love and forgiveness to come anywhere close to the abundant life that God wants for us. Do you find yourself there, living a bad dream? If so, lift up your down face, and look for God, even with squinting eyes. Only then can we dare to hope again. As you search through the smoke of our disasters, do you see it? He is there. Waiting. God reaches for you... to hold you and to bless you. Ask yourself, what would happen in your world, if you let the walls fall down and longed for and strove to live for the one who first loved you?
Verses for Consideration:
Matthew 7:24 ESV “Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock.
Matthew 7:26 ESV And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand.
Lyrics:
A corner office was his dream More like a prison now it seems Somewhere on the corporate climb He left his warrior behind Now he's just a worker at a daily grind Steals his years and numbs his mind His strength is fading, his dreams are blind This is not the life he had in mind
She lies awake 'cause he's up all night Staring at a screen that tells him lies That the grass is greener on the other side So she's at the gym fighting off the years To be young again and calm her fears That she'll never be enough for him Just as a young man catches her eye
Now they're trapped in their own worlds, in their own wars With their cell phones and the closed doors It's funny how quiet and peaceful that it seems But they're all alone together In the house of their dreams
Little sister, she's a sixteen-year-old princess Lost somewhere between the swing set And her brand new crush's chariot awaits And big brother's rooms glowing with trophies that shout his name But he'd trade all his high school fame For some backyard catch with his hero again
But they're trapped in their own worlds, in their own wars With their cell phones and the closed doors It's funny how quiet and peaceful that it seems But they're all alone together In the house of their dreams
So now they're all dressed up in Sunday best Sit up straight just like the rest And they sing the songs of peace and rest that Jesus freely gives And then their kids look up as daddy stands And he takes his bride with trembling hands Brother kneels at his father's side as princess looks in the mother's eyes Their tears tear down the walls as daddy prays
We're trapped in our own worlds and our own wars With our cell phones and our closed doors God, only You can save our family And on this Rock, we'll build On this Rock, we'll build The house of our dreams