Standing Strong - Re-posted

My roots run deep, high on this ridge,

Though I stand here alone;

I’ll hold my ground in this high place,

I’ll make this crag my own.

And though the winds may whip me here

I’ll stand against their might

For I am mightier than they,

You give me strength to fight.

Though bitter rains tear at my roots,

Or drought makes dust of loam,

I will stand where you planted me;

And make the rocks my home.

Job 39: 27-28

Does the eagle soar at your command and build its nest on high?

It dwells on a cliff and stays there at night; a rocky crag is its stronghold.