On which type of ground do you stand?  Are you the risk taker, looking for big gains, jumping from floating ice block to land in search of grand riches?  Or do you like the soft pliable loam of mountain valleys within which to plant seed promising abundance?  Given druthers would they find you restive on some jungle island, wiling away the years with verdant plenty?  Does the concrete, neon, fast traffic and noise draw you to the city where the opportunity lay for everyone to know your name and deed?  Does the golden wheat and rising corn call you to the toils and treasures of the wind swept fields?  Or is there granite underfoot, something substantial and old meant to stand the test of time?  Where do your feet call home?

Is it the solid Rock of the Lord God, the Rock of Ages?  I shall not be moved for it is in the name of Jesus Christ the King sounded from the depth of my determined lungs.  I look to the Hills from whence my help comes, It is the Lord who has covered my sins and prepared me to stand against enemy volley.  The high ground is ours for it is within God’s shadow that we reside.  Our lives may be lost but our victory shall follow us passed the veil of eternity, in to His waiting arms we go, to comfort, to rest, to life.  We shall forgive those who hate us and leave the judgment to a Righteous King who will dispense Mercy for faith and separation for disobedience.  It is right to leave these things to Him who is worthy to proclaim the world’s verdict.  Upon His Truth I stand immovable.