The Rock

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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

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kenparme commented on The Rock

11-27-2008

I like this poem very much-good testimony.

mdavidson commented on The Rock

11-23-2008

well done...thanks for the inspiration

litilraven commented on The Rock

11-21-2008

Well written...good flow!!

chosenone commented on The Rock

11-19-2008

AMEN AND A BIG PRAISE BE TO OUR GLOURIOUS FATHER . MAN IM GETTING FIRED UP LOL

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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