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четверг, ноября 20, 2003

There Is A Rock
Steve Fry (1992)

Though friends like sand
Would one day blow away
Those held dear no longer stay
There is a Rock
Upon whose strength I lay
Who will never, never change

When each success
That I would call my own
Fades to distant memory
There is a Rock
Much higher than I have known
Comes to break me tenderly

Oh God I do recall
That all I have is Yours
Be to me that Rock
When I am lost and see no more

But bless'd is he
Who makes the Lord his trust
Even when the days are dark
He learns to walk
With God whose ways are just
And lean on everlasting arms

Be to me that Rock
When I am lost and see no more

Though mountains fall
And nations waste away
I'll be still and know my Rock

And I shall enter
To a spacious place
There to ever walk with God

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