Tag Archives: Rock

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The Lord is my rock and my hair has still got lichen in it from leaning on Him. The Lord is my fortress and my deliverer. My God is my rock and I climb onto my favourite resting place and … Continue reading

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Dancing Rock

You, Dancing Rock, on which we stand, unchanging, ever new, in all our trembling unafraid, as changing seasons bloom and fade we enter clouds inside to ask of You the gift of trust half-hidden in Your hand. You dance along … Continue reading

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