ANGELA ROBIN JOHNSON

The Lord is the rock I go to the rock for my salvation
I go to the stone that the builders rejected
I run to the mountain and the mountain, he stands by me

When the Earth all around me is sinking sand
On Christ, the solid rock I stand
When I need a shelter, when I need a friend
I go to the rock

Where do I go, where do I go
When the storms of life are threatening?
Who do I turn to when those winds of sorrows blow?
And is there a refuge in the time of tribulation?

I go to the rock
I know He's able
I go to the rock....

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