Rounded Are The Rocks
No matter what you say
You see it every day
It's all in front of you
It's inside you too
It's really everywhere
If you would only care
To look inside the truth
There's so much living proof
Rounded are the rocks upon the beach
That take the pounding of the waves
It never ceases, never stops
The crashing sounds of thunderous water as it hits
Against the shore
Only to pound once more
Silently and safely quiet
Far from shoreline battle fronts
All is well and no one thinks
Of danger ever lurking here
Peaceful inlet well protected
The rocks are sharp and unaffected
There's no pounding waves to round them
Only bleeding feet have found them
Pounding is the heart that beats alone
Inside the soul surrounded
By a man's emotion and his thoughts
While flesh and blood keep breathing
Life out of the air provided
By the highest power sighted
Sitting at the right of glory
Have you ever heard the story
Rounded are the rocks
Pounding id the heart
One of man, one of God