But the Lord has become my fortress,
and my God the rock in whom I take refuge.
and my God the rock in whom I take refuge.
Psalm 94:22
Life happens! Situations arise that we have no idea how to handle. We fret, we stew and we don't which way to turn or who we can talk to that will give us the right answer and the solution to whatever situation we are facing. All we have to do is look upward to the one who has everything in control. Look to Him in prayer and pour your heart out to Him. He will listen to you. Our Lord always, always has our best interest at heart.
Listen to Him, let Him guide you, let Him be your rock!
Rock of Ages
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.
Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee
Thomas Hastings
Life happens! Situations arise that we have no idea how to handle. We fret, we stew and we don't which way to turn or who we can talk to that will give us the right answer and the solution to whatever situation we are facing. All we have to do is look upward to the one who has everything in control. Look to Him in prayer and pour your heart out to Him. He will listen to you. Our Lord always, always has our best interest at heart.
Listen to Him, let Him guide you, let Him be your rock!
Rock of Ages
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.
Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee
Thomas Hastings
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