Upon This Rock - Newsboys

Chasing after the rainbow’s end

Left me clutching a fistful of wind

That last adventure must have been just a waste of my time

Ten pleasures for every wish

Twenty scratches for every itch

One hundred ways to catch a fish

Just a waste of my time

Dead beats, dead end streets, every step I falter

Fill my cup, fill me up, take me to the altar

Upon this rock I’ve a reason

Upon this rock I am strong

Upon this rock I’ve a reason

I’m standing where I belong

Wish I hadn’t built as big a house

Makes it hard to catch a little mouse

(I'd chase it but I’m feeling drowsy

All from wasting my time.)

I need a glimpse of my calling now

Get my feet back behind the plow

This idle age will not allow

Just a waste of my time

This day burn away every indecision

Angst-free anchor me

Make my life a mission