The Rock
The Truth is a rock
That cannot be changed
Molded, Broken
Or rearranged
Founded in faith
Rooted in love
A gift to all
From our Father above
When the storms come dancing
Through the abode of life
With sickness, disease
Famine or strife
And the sands of the beaches
All wash to the sea
Upon this Mighty Rock
Is where I will be
That cannot be changed
Molded, Broken
Or rearranged
Founded in faith
Rooted in love
A gift to all
From our Father above
When the storms come dancing
Through the abode of life
With sickness, disease
Famine or strife
And the sands of the beaches
All wash to the sea
Upon this Mighty Rock
Is where I will be
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