I am set to encounter thee.
Angry and loud or gentle and still,
I am set here to limit thy power, and I will!
I am the Rock!
I am the Rock. From age to age
I scorn thy fury and dare thy rage.
Scarred by frost and worn by time,
Brown with weed and green with slime,
Thou may’st drench and defile me and spit in my face,
But while I am here thou keep’st thy place!