The Rockdweller

When oceans are  ragging beyond their banks And  hungry Lions are roaming the street and untamed When the heaven give no rain or dew

Christ Is my refuge and the Rock of my salvation Very steepish and mighty.. my strength failed me so I couldn’t  attain Then I ascend by the wind of the spirit and covered  myself in his very own perfection Acrophobia crawled me then I realized how badly I needed his grace to sustain

My shield and my sword My arsenal and my citadel