Always flowing from a
source,
But it can become
stagnant,
If there’s not a moving
force.
There are seasons of
overflowing,
When we’re gushing full
of life.
But when our source
runs dry,
We become dead and
still with strife.
Sometimes when there’s
obstacles,
We need to go with the
flow.
For it’s in our moving
current,
That we find our lives
will grow.
For no rock of doubt
can stop us,
When we persistent to
keep on moving.
For the flow of
opportunities,
Keep our flowing lives
improving.
When our hearts are
full of rage,
Only God can bring us
peace.
It’s our faith that
carries us downstream,
Where all our struggles
cease.
When God is our Source,
We will always feel
refreshed.
Our lives will always
flow with ease,
And help us feel
content and blessed.
But at the end we’ll
meet our fate,
To a heavenly sea or
waterfall.
We’ll meet our destiny
of choice,
If we’ve answered to
our river’s call.
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