theres a mighty river that flows throughout the promised land
it provides for those who need a helping hand.
its rapids are full of glory and grace,
and it always shows you a reflection, your face.
the face that you truly ought to be, clouded by the one that others see.
its waters are home to many species of life, husband, father, children, and wife.
but it yearns to grasp its holy hold,
on the ones that run, the ones not so bold.
they run out of ignorance, a blindness of the sin of there desire,
but they have no idea that they will burn in a lake of fire.
its better to wash in the river of life, then suffer forever in your misery and strife.
so listen closely, when your clothes stain again,
listen for his glory...where the river begins.
-april 6th 2011
