Stock Between The Rock And The Sinking Sand Poem by Benjamin Wiche

Stock between the rock and the sinking sand,
I cried out Lord, I want to stand,
Give me wisdom and a heart that understand,
For I know I will never go astray when you hold my hand.

Stock between the rock and the sinking sand,
Lord hold up my going in your path, so I remain sound,
Deliver me from the flood of ungodly men, in You may I be found,
Be not far from me for You know all the land.

Stock between the rock and the sinking sand,
Lord teach me to tie life's knot, so I don't fall to the ground,
Though the storms of life roars, make me one of Your brand,
Let not my steps slide, in You may I be found.