His first memory in this life
Is of abuse and rejection,
Viewed only as a source of strife
He’s beaten in more ways than one
An orphan, strangers all around
He runs away simply because
The love he seeks is never found
And hands, like stones, is all there was
There, another rock—
A young child’s heart is broken
Being molded by hands placed on him
Changing, needing, yearning, pleading, “Please help me!”
Somehow it’s all working together
To make him what he will be—
Strength springs from the rock.
Verse 2
Barely a teen, he’s taken in
By a kind couple who provides
Yet afraid he cannot win,
There is none in whom he confides.
Then a mother, who first loved much
Leads him into a rocking chair—
Irish lullabies, tender touch,
A new beginning’s in the air.
Then, another rock
A young man’s heart is broken
Being molded by hands placed on him
Changing, needing, yearning, pleading, “Please help me!”
Somehow it’s all working together
To make him what he will be—
Strength springs from the rock.
Verse 3
The years pass and life’s lessons learned
Bring him to his knees and to truth
Until his heart within him burns—
On eagle’s wings, he exits youth.
He knows a more excellent way—
Newfound strength, new motivation
These loving hands are here to stay—
A foundation of salvation.
Then, another Rock
A new man’s heart is broken
Being molded by hands placed on him
Changing, needing, yearning, pleading, “Please help me!”
Somehow it’s all working together
To make him what he will be—
Strength springs from The Rock.