With both feet firmly on the rock
I face what comes my way,But right now I’ll admit, for me,
That’s harder every day.
I get a lead, I take a chance,
But it’s not meant to be.
I’m starting to believe that there
Is just no place for me.
I think I may have lost my chance;
Though I look, I can’t see
The path that I am meant to take.
I weep, I want to flee.
But then I read Your word again,
I calm down and take stock.
Though I feel battered by this storm,
I’m standing on The Rock.
In looking back from from where I am
I see Your boundless Grace
Oh Lord, though I did not know then,
You had prepared a place.
You led me through my wilderness,
Along the path You planned,
And blessed my life more completely
Than I can understand.
I stood in faith when life was rough,
In faith, I'm standing still.
You held me through the worst of times.
I Know You always will.
Psalm 18:2
The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
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