Rolling river GodLittle stones are smoothOnly once the water passes throughso, I am a stoneRough and grainy stillTrying to reconcile this river's chillBut when I close my eyesAnd feel You rushing byI know that time brings changeAnd change takes timeAnd when the sunset comesMy prayer would be this oneThat You might pick me upAnd notice that I amJust a little smoother in Your handSometimes raging wildSometimes swollen highNever have I known this river dryThe deepest part of YouIs where I want to stayAnd feel the sharpest edges wash away

 

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