This Battered Rock Poem by Joshua Hudson

Standing on the ocean shore
Amidst the spray I see
A rock upon which waves do break
Before they come to me
This rock has been through thick and thin
A standard for my soul
And so I wade as far and deep
As my faith will let me go
And so we stand, the rock and I
As father stands with son
As lesser waves do break on me
For others that will come
This battered rock means more
Than words could ever hope explain
And so its fate I gladly take
Come sun, come wind, come rain