No matter what you say

You see it every day

It's all in front of you

It's inside you too



It's really everywhere

If you would only care

To look inside the truth

There's so much living proof



Rounded are the rocks upon the beach

That take the pounding of the waves

It never ceases, never stops

The crashing sounds of thunderous water as it hits

Against the shore

Only to pound once more



Silently and safely quiet

Far from shoreline battle fronts

All is well and no one thinks

Of danger ever lurking here



Peaceful inlet well protected

The rocks are sharp and unaffected

There's no pounding waves to round them

Only bleeding feet have found them



Pounding is the heart that beats alone

Inside the soul surrounded

By a man's emotion and his thoughts

While flesh and blood keep breathing



Life out of the air provided

By the highest power sighted

Sitting at the right of glory

Have you ever heard the story



Rounded are the rocks

Pounding id the heart

One of man, one of God