River
When I am burned by sun or stung by thorns, your cool waters do I seek. When I am weary and dirty do I seek you to wash me clean. When I am troubled, your movements are my lullaby.
But more than that, my Lord, my God, I thirst for your living water; I need you to persist.
And in fact, as often as I journey to your shore, the truth is that I never leave. I am adrift in you, your currents pulling me, your presence surrounding me.













