The sermon at church this morning was like it was directed at me. It was a beautiful reminder that God is our rock and that we have to cling to him, even in the hardest of times. That when the "storms of life" come our way. Jesus is our foundation. An anchoring point for us. A shelter. A righteous redeemer.
My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus' blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
but wholly lean on Jesus' name.
When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, His convenant, HIs blood
support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
O may I then in Him be found,
dressed in His righteousness alone,
faultless to stand before the throne.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
all other ground is sinking sand,
all other ground is sinking sand.
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