Rock Poem by Aidan Clevinger

Troubles, my dear, are a-coming,
Can't you see them?
Rushing,
Gushing,
Roaring forth with all their might?

When the waters come,
Where will you stand?
Tell me that, my child.

Who will lift you up?
Who will lend a hand
As you thrash in currents wild?

But when trouble's come, don't ever forget,
That you never are alone,
You've got someone who's waiting
With open armsand home.

For the devil sends his trouble,
The flesh and world do, too.
But the God who overcame them all
Stands in love by you.

So the troubles will come,
Shrieking,
Running,
Screaming.
They'll try to pull you under.

Just shut your ears,
Ignore your fears,
You'll soon be coming home.

The battle is won
By God's only Son
Stand on that Rock alone.