Not Yet on the Rock

 

I thought I stood upon The Rock,

But I was not quite there.

My faith, while strong when all was well,

Was weak when in despair.

The faith that I felt in daylight

Was weak when all was dark.

I thought it was a burning flame,

But it was just a spark.

My faith is not what I had thought,

I’m compelled to take stock.

I still have a long way to go

To stand firm on The Rock.

Psalm 40:2

He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.