Treasure Island

Vangile Mtyali

(1989/06/07 / south africa johannesburg)

I Built This House


I built this house from its foundation
It's foundation I made it strong
So that it can't be shaken by anything
I built this house
On love
Not on lies
I built this house
I turned it into a home
And that was my vision
I built this house
Just like a wise woman
A woman who builds her house
on the rock
Not like a foolish woman
Who builds her house
On sand
And then turns and destroys it with her own hands
I won't allow anything to break it down
To break my children and my husband
With nonsense
With arguments
alcohol
and unfaithfulness
So devil you better live
Cause I built this house
On top of the rock Jesus

Vangile Mtyali

Submitted: Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Edited: Monday, August 05, 2013

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