The Rock

I’ve been a flicker in the wind,

A spark too wild to hold.

Chasing every crashing wave,

Too stubborn to be told.

I built my world on shifting ground,

And watched it fall apart—

’Til you reached into the wreckage

And held my trembling heart.

You’re the rock on which I stand

When the storm inside is strong.

When the sky begins to fracture,

You remind me I belong.

You don’t quiet all the thunder,

But you never let me drown.

You’re the rock on which I stand

When the world comes crashing down.

I used to hide behind my fire,

A dance of smoke and shine.

I wore the chaos like a crown

And called the cracks “just fine.”

But you don’t ask for silence—

You don’t beg the fire to fade.

You just hold the heat with open hands

And love what others break.

You’re the rock on which I stand

When the storm inside is strong.

When the sky begins to fracture,

You remind me I belong.

You don’t quiet all the thunder,

But you never let me drown.

You’re the rock on which I stand

When the world comes crashing down.

Maybe I’m still learning

How to let the stillness in.

But you stay through every season,

Through the flood, the fire, the wind.

You’re the rock on which I stand

When the storm inside is strong.

When the weight begins to crush me,

You remind me I belong.

You don’t chase away the shadows,

But you hold me through the sound.

You’re the rock on which I stand—

And I’ll never let you down.

I still burn, I still bend,

But you make me brave again.

You’re the rock…

You’re the rock.