If I stand on the rock of faith
Then He will not let me down;
My spirit need ask and wait -
Anticipating what is found.
Hold back my scourge, Adonai -
With the power of Your hands.
Your ears have heard my cry;
My lowly heart withstands.
Your peace is what I desire
Although it appears remote.
He declares it in my hour
That will find me at home
And set my heart to fly off -
Flying so wild and light -
Ever bearing to all the rock
From which I took to flight.