Just A Rock by Gittel Fruma

The sun rose one morning and warmed by its rays A little rock greeted the dawning day

It looked at the mountains, the skies, and the rivers And thought to itself, “How can I be bigger?”

“Look at those peaks, they reach to the stars! But I’m just a rock, not as big as they are.”

“The waters that flow from the stream to the sea Are greater than I am. They are better than me.”

“I’m just a pebble, what good am I? They are much better,” He said with a sigh.

He heard the birds singing and the buzzing bees. He thought, “What a song! They are better than me.”

He looked at the grass, the flowers, and trees. Beholding their beauty, he grew more displeased.

“I can do nothing out here on my own. They have each other. I am all alone.”

“God of the heavens, God of the hills, I am so sorry I have nothing to give.” I want to give glory and lift up your Name!”

“But I’m just a stone. What use can I be? There is no purpose, no plans for me.”

The sun hit its zenith and in the heat of the day A man and his family set their tent up to stay.

The little rock watched as he lifted his hands Shouted out praises and kissed the sand.

Then, he stood up and looked at the ground, He found a large rock and then put it down.

Rock upon rock, stone upon stone, The man kept on stacking, all on his own.

After some hours, the sun had sunk low Setting the man’s pile of rocks aglow.

The little rock wondered, what would come next? He wished and he prayed, hope swelled in his chest.

The man straightened up and looked all around. “Something is missing, yet one thing to be found.”

His eyes caught the gleam of a small, shiny stone, Far from the others, all alone.

The little rock watched as the man came close He picked up the pebble, the last one he chose.

He held up the little rock and everyone cheered! “Our God is faithful! He has brought us here!”

The man placed the stone with the most tender care, Then bowed his head and whispered a prayer.

“God bless this altar, may we never forget That You are our Father and you haven’t failed yet!”

“You made me a promise and on it I’ll stand. May Your Name fill this family, this people, this land.”

The sun had now set and the stars twinkled bright. The little rock cried out with all of its might.

“Thank you, my God, for lifting me up! You gave me a purpose, you took me from dust!”

“I have a family! I have a home! I have a place here and I’m not alone!”

“I’ll bring you glory, I’ll sing your praise! I will be thankful til the end of my days!”

“For though I am small and one and weak, You heard my cry and set me on my feet.”

The other rocks heard him and stirred by his song, They lifted their voices and all sang along.

And so the man slept ‘neath the stars and the oaks To the song of the trees and the wind and the stones.

Gittel Fruma

Gittel Fruma came to believe in Jesus after growing up as an Orthodox Jew. Gittel lives with her husband and son in Clearwater, Florida. She is currently working on a book about her testimony and recording her first album. You can find her at her website GittelFruma.com or on Facebook at @GittelFrumaMusic.