Verse 1 For He's my rooftop in the rage of the storm. He's my protector, there'll never be no harm. He is the bread that sits on my table, my God can do it, He's truly able.
Try my Jesus, try Him out, He's worthy to be served.
Verse 2 (He's my mountaintop) when I was down in the valley, (He's my road to Damascus), when I lived in an alley. (He's the Good, Good, Shepherd), that watches over me, (He's my hope, He's my joy, He's my victory).
