All other ground is sinking sand.

As I drove through the traffic this morning, the virtual realisation that my life is in the hands of the Creator hit me once more. I could’ve died walking out the door.

On Christ the solid rock I stand…

As I walked out of the hospital in good health, I realized how lucky I am to be be in good form. I could’ve been torn.

On Christ the solid rock I stand…

As I write this piece in gratitude for my senses, I come to the conclusion that I have no control whatsoever on anything.

On Christ the solid rock I stand…

All other ground is sinking sand.