June 12, 2004
The river flows this way and that,
Carrying me along with its current.
At times I drift along slowly,
Lying on my back gazing at the clouds.
They seem to smile back at me
As I take in the wondrous beauty.
There are times the water gains momentum.
I swim to keep up;
Being careful to avoid
The rocks and branches along the way.
There are whirlpools and rapids that threaten to drown me.
I struggle to keep my head above the water.
Every gasp for air is a battle.
The water rages as I am tossed about
Without regard to the obstacles that would harm me.
But I know whose hand controls the river.
So I can ride the waves without fear.
For I know His hand will guide me
To the fountain where I will be refreshed,
To the waterfall where I will be cleansed.
And I know that by His hand,
This river will eventually lead me home.