Thursday, May 9, 2019

The River


The mercies of God flow like a mighty river
Washing over me
Cleanse my soul
All the darkness and dread
Filling me with
God's light
God's grace
A purpose to live
A reason to carry on in this dark world

Your light guides me
Shines upon my path
So I will not Trip and fall flat on my face
Your light
Shines within me
It glows with might and power
Turning me into a beacon for all to see
For all to follow
As you are my shepard
Let me be their shepard here on Earth
That I might lead them to
Your mercy and Grace
So they may know the cleansing power
Of the river

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