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