Rounded Are The Rocks

<p>No matter what you say<br/>You see it every day<br/>It&#x27;s all in front of you<br/>It&#x27;s inside you too<br/><br/>It&#x27;s really everywhere<br/>If you would only care<br/>To look inside the truth<br/>There&#x27;s so much living proof<br/><br/>Rounded are the rocks upon the beach<br/>That take the pounding of the waves<br/>It never ceases, never stops<br/>The crashing sounds of thunderous water as it hits<br/>Against the shore<br/>Only to pound once more<br/>Silently and safely quiet<br/>Far from shoreline battle fronts<br/>All is well and no one thinks<br/>Of danger ever lurking here<br/><br/>Peaceful inlet well protected<br/>The rocks are sharp and unaffected<br/>There&#x27;s no pounding waves to round them<br/>Only bleeding feet have found them<br/><br/>Pounding is the heart that beats alone<br/>Inside the soul surrounded<br/>By a man&#x27;s emotion and his thoughts<br/>While flesh and blood keep breathing<br/><br/>Life out of the air provided<br/>By the highest power sighted<br/>Sitting at the right of glory<br/>Have you ever heard the story<br/><br/>Rounded are the rocks<br/>Pounding id the heart<br/>One of man, one of God