The Small Stream
Traveling the small stream
And not the river wide
In the flat bottom boat
With a paddle and guide
The wide streams all flow
To cities of delight
Where lazy is the day
And wild the dark, dark night
All the narrow streams lead
To a quiet small village
Where church's steeple high
Instills lasting image
How well I remember
That small flat bottom boat
As the guide propelled it
To the rhythm of notes
Clear tones from the church's bells
Ringing out those old hymns
Oh, that Guide leading men
Christian come home to Him
Finis'....
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014
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