THE RIVER THAT FLOWS
By Barbara Lynn Terry
© 2005

There is a river that flows, strong and free,
Sometimes I go and just sit by the stream,
To ponder my thoughts and wildest dreams.
To ask God's help to make it through another day,
Cause without His help I will lose my way.

There is a river that flows, creates a mild breeze,
From its very clear waters, a trout I can see,
I smile as the fish goes swimming by,
Wriggling and waggling in the bright sunlight.

There is a river that flows, wild and free,
I look down and I can see,
The rocks and the sand,
So I put in my hand,
And feel their silent low,
In the river that flows.