Rock of Gibraltar

I'm not the type of girl who needs to be saved
Already been washed clean by the Blood of the Lamb
Already dropped down to my knees and confessed that I was enslaved

Eternal chains have been broken
But these temporary earthly chains are are just getting broken in
Sometimes it's hard to remember my forever freedom has been spoken
when I feel so heartbroken.

But He never said this life would be easy
He never said inhabiting His enemy's kingdom
Would be breezy ...

Acting as a light for the lost
in the midst of this holocaust

Supposed to be a warrior
But sometimes I'm just a worrier

These thoughts all-consuming
Past lives I'm exhuming

These earthly struggles
so disconnected from the heavenly
the constant attack from the enemy



My mind becomes quiet
instead of a riot

with you

I'm not the type of girl who needs to be saved
but you gave me the trust that I craved

You gave me the unconditional love I deserved
Calmed my nerves
Showed me a faith so strong
that I'll have lifelong

Revealed things I never thought possible
instead of the volatile
never-know-what's-next
type of love

You're the constant,
unbreakable and stable type of love

My Rock of Gibraltar

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