My rock

The waves like roaring beasts struck,
at the rock which I stood.
In the moment of anxiety, I looked,
at those devouring waves, relentless.

Then came a powerful gentle voice,
in my heart it echoed,
am I the rock where you stands on?
am I the rock who guards your feet?

Hey waves ! See the Lion of Judah !
My rock and my salvation,
When He spoke you came to be,
Now when He speaks, you stay firm.