THE RIVER

      

There’s a river that runs along our road,

Today it moves many a different load,

Its waters are swollen from recent rain,

And the story it tells becomes quite plain;

Things that have been piled up upon its banks,

Whether they were small motes or larger planks,

Have been taken up – now being removed,

And in clear plain sight this is being proved.

Today, that river that runs idly by,

Without a sound, has a huge mighty cry,

A cry of power, of strength and of might,

As I stand and gaze – an amazing sight;

I see all these objects floating downstream,

Is this all for real, or is it a dream?

Motes and planks from the eyes disappear,

Then the voice of the Lord I clearly hear.

The river represents you, My servant,

Whom I have sent out to live this moment,

The truth when My Spirit fills you all up,

With My Living Water, that will not stop

Until all the objects that keep faith blind,

Are taken away – nothing left behind;

It is okay, your helplessness to feel,

Now heed My Word, that will your service seal.

Keep the vision of the flowing river,

My work for you is in no way over;

Just as the river sat there collecting,

All that others were on its banks casting,

So too, I have made you accessible,

To those whose eyes see the impossible;

And as the rain made the river to flow,

You will, through My Spirit, My great works know.

                                                        Amen!

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