Rolling river God

Little stones are smooth

Only once the water passes through

so, I am a stone

Rough and grainy still

Trying to reconcile this river's chill

But when I close my eyes

And feel You rushing by

I know that time brings change

And change takes time

And when the sunset comes

My prayer would be this one

That You might pick me up

And notice that I am

Just a little smoother in Your hand

Sometimes raging wild

Sometimes swollen high

Never have I known this river dry

The deepest part of You

Is where I want to stay

And feel the sharpest edges wash away