And Jesus said, "Your are the rock."

Made of granite am I,
An inflexible guy
Who dwells up in the sky,
In the great by and by,
But, I am a rock.


The wind and the rain
Come again and again
But they give me no pain
For I am a rock.

Some day you might meet me
In hopes that I'll greet thee
And ultimately treat thee
To heaven's largesse
For I am the rock.

If you live thy life kindly
In heaven you'll find me
Guarding God's gateway
To heavenly bliss,
For I am the rock.

Some call me Saint Peter
The heavenly greater
The pearly gates meeter
Yes, I am The Rock.

THE END