Rocks Poem by Trevor Toews

The other night when I awoke
Troubled, weak, the Scriptures spoke
The coney is a feeble folk…
Ah yes. And I am feeble too
I’ve no defense, save one, so true!
Exactly as the coneys do…
They make their home among the rocks
Safe from the predator that stalks,
Safe too, from soaring, screaming hawks…

O Rock of Ages, cleft for me
Common creatures, weak are we,
No match against the enemy
But safe, because you gave us… rocks.