Jagged Pebbles

People, come and look! At the edge of this shallow stream Where ever swiftening water carves An endless prophetic theme Where rough and jagged pebbles Are slowly made to smooth Where constant rhythmic motion Fills every crack and groove You see the stream is larger now The course, it has been changed By the nature of its pebbles Not the way they are arranged These pebbles - they stay jagged now For too long a time it seems They resist the water smoothing They divert the spiritual stream Can you see what is happening here? Were your fears all justified? And those who do not fear, Does it smear your earthly pride?