Lifes River by: Rick Woodall The river flows within my mind, Leaving a reflective past behind. Water flowing over stones Purifying as it goes. Only the river really knows, All the stories it bestows. But all that’s heard at the waters edge, Is the whisper of rapids from the ledge. The river was born from the flood. Cutting through the rocks and mud. What a story the river could tell, Of those who drifted under the sail. Life is a river starting at the spring, Pouring from God’s wonder rain. Flowing down His chosen trail Through the mountains, hills and dales. The river flows into the sea. Who knows the destiny of you and me? Only God knows our fate. As we wonder, as we wait. It’s best to let the river flow Knowing it’s under Gods control By faith He’s with us to the end, The sea waits around the bend. Composed by: Rick Woodall 5/28/03. Rick serves as the Associate Minister for the Metro Church of Christ in Sterling Heights, Michigan. Listen to their “Life Thoughts” web broadcast here: qix.net/~metrococ/page5.html
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 09:19:52 +0000
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