When I first saw the river
flow
I asked, "From where does
it come,
and to where does it go?"
He led me to its bank
and then out into the water
just enough to cover my
toes.
He led me up to my waist
and then out toward the
middle
the current lapping at my
nose.
And then He asked, "Now do
you see?
Is it not too deep?
Can you cross without me?"
Then back to the bank
and out of the water
wringing my clothes,
A second glance back
and then it all dawned,
"So that's how it goes!"
From God's own throne
where the River flows
carrying me home.
Rev. 22:1; Ezk. 43:3
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