There is a river that flows, strong and free, <br />Sometimes I go and just sit by the stream, <br />To ponder my thoughts and wildest dreams. <br />To ask God's help to make it through another day, <br />Cause without His help I will lose my way. <br /> <br />There is a river that flows, creates a mild breeze, <br />From its very clear waters, a trout I can see, <br />I smile as the fish goes swimming by, <br />Wriggling and waggling in the bright sunlight. <br /> <br />There is a river that flows, wild and free, <br />I look down and I can see, <br />The rocks and the sand, <br />So I put in my hand, <br />And feel their silent low, <br />In the river that flows.<br /><br />Barbara Lynn Terry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-river-that-flows/
