I worry for the world some days,
Though we’ve been here before.
It seems like each time we’re at peace,
Evil kicks down the door.
Who seek to destroy all,
Knowing that they are answering
Once more, that evil call.
While loathing the dark sin.
Yet, I catch myself loathing both,
And I must start again.
Stop only to take stock
Of all that He’s called me to be
Then stand strong on The Rock.
His Word and all it holds,
But offer grace to the lost souls,
Kindness to all the scolds.
And help them find Him, too.
For all that He has done for me,
That’s not too much to do.
Hold on to Him and know
That He will not let my foot slip
And He will not let go.
He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall
not be shaken.
When I thought, “My foot slips,” your steadfast love, O
Lord, held me up.
Monday, October 19, 2026
Stand On That Rock
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