Straight and Narrow

Sometimes I wonder where my Rock is.
What am I anchoring to?
While the straight and narrow is what's right
I become so crooked and unglued.

Sometimes I wonder where my Rock is.
Am I as lonely as I feel?
I've been 'round long enough to know otherwise
But the deciever can make it so real.

Sometimes I wonder where my Rock is;
I long for the quiet waters beside me --
To smooth my rough edges over,
and wash away my doubts of "He."

Sometimes I wonder where my Rock is...