This Rock I am climbing gets rough along the way
My fingers are so sore, they're only made of clay
And the soles of my shoes are tattered and they're worn
But I'm determined to keep on climbing til I reach heaven's door.
This Rock is Jesus and He loves us!
The road to my salvation isn't always smooth
When I get weaker, He gets stronger
When you can't hold to the Rock, the Rock holds on to you.
When you're climbing a mountain and hope is growing dim,
Your strength is almost gone-you feel like giving in.
Oh, just reach for a stronghold and rest for a while.
And the Rock will give you the
Strength you need to climb another mile.
This Rock is Jesus and He loves us!
The road to my salvation isn't always smooth.
When I get weaker, He gets stronger.
When you can't hold to the Rock, the Rock holds on to you!
This Rock is Jesus and He loves us!
The road to my salvation isn't always smooth.
When I get weaker, He gets stronger.
When you can't hold to the Rock, the Rock holds on to you!