Blessed be the Rock above,
Who trains my hand with strength & love.
He is my fortress, a help in the tide,
My shield, my comfort, where I hide.
Who am I that He should care?
A breath, a shadow, just passing air?
Yet He still willed to set me free,
From the darkness that surrounded me.
In every war, in every test,
He always gave my spirit rest.
Happy is the man who follows His way,
The soldier of Christ that stands today.
Inspired by: PSALM 144
Poem by: Abigail Blessan
