There is a big rock,
just out back,
over the hill,
beside the trail,
where mom and I,
would stop,
take a rest,
from filling our pail,
with blue berries,
we picked along that trail.
That big rock,
has been there,
many, many years,
weathered many storms,
withstood many shocks,
through the ages,
that big rock.
There is a rock,
a gentle rock,
a refuge for me,
in these storms,
storms of life.
This eternal rock,
Jesus is it’s name,
a refuge for sinners;
He came to save them,
sent by God,
at just the right time,

a victory claimed!

~ Winston Staples


Author: wint68,70pluswint

I am married, have four lovely children and five grandchildren. I love gospel music and to write poetry as a hobby. I love animals such as dogs, and white tailed deer. I love good clean humor.

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