Not a rock, but the rock.

My God is not made, he is not painted. He does not deteriorate.

He is not just something pretty. He is more than decoration.
My God has a mouth that speaks.
Ears that hear.

In short, my God is not a rock, He is the rock.

The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer,
My God, my rock, in whom I take refuge;
My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
I call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised,
And I am saved from my enemies.
The cords of death encompassed me,
And the torrents of ungodliness terrified me.
The cords of Sheol surrounded me;
The snares of death confronted me.
In my distress I called upon the LORD,
And cried to my God for help;
He heard my voice out of His temple,
And my cry for help before Him came into His ears.
Psalm 18:2-6

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