Rolling river God....little stones are smooth.....only once the water passes through...so I am a stone.....so I am a stone...rough and grainny still.....trying to reconcile this rivers chill....but when I close my eyes...and feel you rushing by.... and feel you rushing by.....I know that time brings change....and change takes time....and when the sunset comes....my prayer would be this one
That you might pick me up....and notice that I am....
Just a little smoother in your hand.....sometimes raging wild....
sometimes swollen high...never have I known this river dry....the deepest part of you.....is where I want to stay...and FEEL THE SHARPEST EDGES WASH AWAY.........