Praise be to the solid ground that catches me;
though I might be dashed to pieces
against the rocks that ring the sea.
So it is I who praise
and let not any man give praise to Thee,
who rescinds all Thy gifts.
Hope shall not avail
to scorn, or whip, or send the wicked to their graves;
though neither shall it bear them up in a flood,
nor shelter them from rain, or wrath.
Healing shall be the hand of the King
and the fingers of those who truly follow Him
shall drip with power and not with blood.
Fear shall grip the nations of the Fallen
and the enemy of all that hope,
shall laugh as he sees his victory inevitable.
He will not see that he is chasing
all God’s children back into His arms.
The wolf shall become the shepherd.
The ground of such solidity only
can hold the weight of all the burdens
that mankind has held.
And on the rocks that ring the sea,
the enemy will watch the cleansing of the world approach
and he will wail with despair;
for the deceiver is allowed no true hope.
HG – 2000-2005
