Steve Camp - Upon This Rock lyrics

Upon this rock I will build My church And the gates of hell shall not stand against it Though Satan persecute My Bride on every side All is well, she is not defenseless Well, the church begin when a mighty wind Came and filled that place Crowned with tongues of fire filled with holy desire Oh, they spread their faith But faced with opposition, it only made them strong For these words of Jesus helped them carry on And He said... Upon this rock I will build My church And the gates of hell shall not stand against it Though Satan persecute My Bride on every side All is well, she is not defenseless Though the martyrs' blood became a mighty flood None could quench her flame She's been beaten and scorned, Left broken and torn Still her light remained Though kingdoms come against her, she cannot be moved God's mercy is upon her, His promise will be proved For He said... Upon this rock I will build My church And the gates of hell shall not stand against it, no, no Though Satan persecute My Bride on every side All is well, she is not defenseless Upon this rock I will build My church And the gates of hell shall not stand against it Though Satan persecute My Bride on every side All is well, she is not defenseless Though under attack she will survive For the song in her heart is no compromise For she it built upon this rock He's preparing a Bride, she'll be spotless and white For that wedding day And for those who endure who are faithful and sure There waits a resting place They may destroy the flesh but can never touch her soul Not even the sting of d**h can keep her in its hold, no Upon this rock I will build My church And the gates of hell cannot stand against it Oh, say it again Upon this rock I will build My church And the gates of hell cannot stand against it Upon this rock I will build My church And the gates of hell shall not stand against it Though Satan persecute My Bride on every side All is well, she is not defenseless Upon this rock I will build My church Upon this rock I will build My church Though Satan persecute My Bride on every side All is well Upon this rock I will build My church And the gates of hell shall not stand against it, oh, no Though Satan persecute My Bride on every side All is well, she is not defenseless