I built myself castles,
But I made them in the dark
With a plan in my head
And nothing in my heart.

There were turrets and flags
And illustrious fanfare.
They protected my future,
But there was nothing there.

So the fiction inside collapsed
And I watched with helpless hands.
It’s only then you realize
Your castles are made of sand.

Into Your hands, Lord,
I commend my soul.
I commend my future.
I commend my all.

You weren’t my foundation,
But You are the living stone
With which I’ll build my castle
To guard a future not my own.