I was known as a stone
A rock of faith
taking in the word of life
drinking the water of God
I still thrist
I am still hard as a rock
No rational reason will chip away at me
Nothing I know can soften me
My faith is drifting
In river of uncertainty
White water pushes me around
Rolls me over ad over
Still working . . . .
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