I Am a River
I am a river of imperfectness
swirling about in all my sin;
everything seeming so right and just,
until the waterfall.
Down. Down, I go. Falling deeper
into my sin; heading straight into despair,
soon landing in satans hell.
This, I know, is where I belong;
but wait, here's Jesus,
the still quiet pond of Hope.
He has redeemed my soul.
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